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Why is it that drinkers of wine All fancy themselves connoisseurs; As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit- They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure. They talk about bouquet and fragrance, hints of chocolate they find in the wine. I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled as I never find chocolate in mine. My brother’s a beer connoisseur Pour ten different beers in good light. Though he may drink them all to be sure, He distinguishes each upon sight “There are different shadings of gold and some give you more head than others.” -Who would ever imagine that beer would have something in common with lovers. So go have your new Beaujolais You Francophile drinkers of wine I’m sure Orson Welles would have told you They’re selling it way before time. Back at the bar named McCullagh’s They’re playing pool in the back room Uncle Jimmy is schooling some suckers It happens once in a blue moon.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
The Beer connoisseur
Why is it that drinkers of wine All fancy themselves connoisseurs; As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit- They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure. They talk about bouquet and fragrance, hints of chocolate they find in the wine. I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled as I never find chocolate in mine. My brother’s a beer connoisseur Pour ten different beers in good light. Though he may drink them all to be sure, He distinguishes each upon sight “There are different shadings of gold and some give you more head than others.” -Who would ever imagine that beer would have something in common with lovers. So go have your new Beaujolais You Francophile drinkers of wine I’m sure Orson Welles would have told you They’re selling it way before time. Back at the bar named McCullagh’s They’re playing pool in the back room Uncle Jimmy is schooling some suckers It happens once in a blue moon.
From the time my older brother was little he has had the knack of distinguishing beer from the natural variations in color and presentation. He learned at Uncle Jimmy's tavern. Alas Uncle Jimmy and his tavern have passed into memory but he has retained this unique talent.
john-f-mccullagh
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63/M/American
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
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