11 December 2009



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

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
’ 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