Blonde

 

Brazil nuts and
home brewed beer
an alliterative feast
for the aesthete; too
fine to let by without
annotation

It’s where gourmet
fancy plays loose and
the feet slide easily
into discrete stirrups
astride discerning taste

An adaptation of the
once infamous ‘Blonde
Australienne’ tamed
in a riot of dissent
we don’t drink that here!

Well Bluey, me old Mate
we do, I called it Lager
which you liked yesterday
& Bitter the day before
but today it’s Blonde

Now drink ‘n stop
yer bloody whining
anyone ’ud think it
wasn’t cold enough
– or something
© 29 October 2009, I. D. Carswell