It has been suggested that as I have had the audacity to name myself "gutterpoet", that it seems like there really should be poetry in this space at least periodically. This may be a good point were I actually talented enough to do such a thing. Alas, as a humble servant to my friends I must at least try. I offer this poem of love and passion up on this fine Sunday morning.
ODE TO MY FROTHY MISTRESS
Oh ye golden suds of barley and hops
My salvation you lovely amber crops
I need you I love you I always must have you
Your are my savior yet my devil, it is so true
You talk to me until I cannot talk
You walk with me until I cannot walk
Drown me in your frosty swells my lusty maiden
Then hand me a lampshade I might parade in
But should you leave me I do not fear
because in the fridge is yet another to hold dear....