I do believe that I shall never find
A beverage that tastes so very right
As you, sweet beer, and all those of your kind;
Your foamy head is a creamy delight.
Your colors excite, be they dark or pale;
There is beauty in your condensation
And delicious crispness within your scent.
I take great pleasure in every detail
Of this truly inspiring creation,
With nary an instant of discontent.
You've never failed to satisfy me, beer;
An affection you have never betrayed.
That love began in my 21st year
And continues still to this very day.
Your refreshing nature is coy and cool;
With always that chance that you might surprise,
You’re ever-informed with elan and joy.
Men who deny you are nothing but fools
To say no to you, so tasty a prize,
Your flavors that we embrace and enjoy.
Countless varieties tickle my tongue,
From lagers to ales to stouts and beyond.
In pubs near and far, your praises are sung;
Hymns to those flavors of which we are fond.
Bangor Beer Co. is great! So is Lone Pine!
To Geaghans, Black Bear and 2 Feet as well!
OGs Sea Dog and Shipyard and Geary’s!
To Marsh Island, OBC and Airline!
We love Rising Tide, Mast Landing is swell;
Mason’s and Banded: an ongoing series.
I love that I find you most everywhere;
Your presence is indeed ubiquitous.
Your amber wonder an answered prayer,
Your attitude never duplicitous.
Of course, I strive not to drink to excess;
Responsibly is how I enjoy you,
For too much of you is simply no fun.
For National Beer Day, I must express
Love for your many forms, both old and new -
But my favorite beer is the next one.
(A version of this poem has appeared previously in The Maine Edge.)