The beer

I went in without much dum-dum,

between the valleys, with no chum.

I was silky, I was smooth, oh yeah,

and was yellow, moving as in ballet.

I was poured in the shiny, curvy ware,

so much hip-hurray around, oh so rare.

From the bottle I flew into the air

oh! look at the eyes, gosh, they stare.

Parity they checked for, they fought all

each to the brim, so they fill all.

And all the friends raised it and danced,

slushed and sloshed, and merry and laughed.

They gulped, they gulped, and they gulped,

then more they asked, and asked and asked,

Oh, so proud I was, and happy, my dear

‘Coz they realized how rare I was, the beer.