Excellence

If clearing away the empties suggests I’m 

needing resuscitation or rest from being a 

solo cause of why they were that way - ok, 

I’m mostly guilty of draining ‘em; shared a 

few with the Lady who appreciates a sip - 

whereas a drop satisfies her for me a pint 

won't slake an inordinate genesis of thirst, 

a genetic disposition may I say 

But the beer is as equally guilty - NZ Pure 

Lager to be precise; calling it ‘refined’ isn’t 

overstating a nicely brewed expression of 

brewers pride translated into Steins you’ll 

sip with largesse - and that’s my defence, 

I’m a victim of the best sort of excellence 

© 14 February 2015, I. D. Carswell