Kiel, Germany.
I know it's not even lunch yet,
But I'm a poet, so this huge
Beer has no bad feelings
Attached to its coldness.
All ice, hugs and barley.
I love Germany this time
Of the year. Guess I should
Get back on the boat and wake up
The woman,
But there is something about
Cold drops running down
Glass to kiss a coaster that
Makes me want to read what
The cardboard says. So I expose it
With the intentions of a literary
Drunkard: Noch ein Bier Bitte.
I guess there's poetry
Everywhere
To a writing man
Who loves
Beer enough
To write about just
One. Even in
Germany.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
Kiel, Germany.
I know it's not even lunch yet,
But I'm a poet, so this huge
Beer has no bad feelings
Attached to its coldness.
All ice, hugs and barley.
I love Germany this time
Of the year. Guess I should
Get back on the boat and wake up
The woman,
But there is something about
Cold drops running down
Glass to kiss a coaster that
Makes me want to read what
The cardboard says. So I expose it
With the intentions of a literary
Drunkard: Noch ein Bier Bitte.
I guess there's poetry
Everywhere
To a writing man
Who loves
Beer enough
To write about just
One. Even in
Germany.
