There was a young man who loved Pabst
He drank it until he collapsed
He gave up beer
For Lent every year
And on Easter morning, relapsed.
There are more here.
http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2012/03/31/lyrics/beer.shtml
I like this one:
Hopheads think this beer’s a dud,
For others, their favorite, it’s Bud,
Wiser folks say,
Just drink what you may,
Your beer doesn’t make you a stud.
There was an old farmer named Lear,
Who possessed a fine cow that gave beer.
Budweiser or Schlitz,
Could be tapped from her teats,
And pretzels came out of the rear.
What is hoppy and brings us good cheer?
Not a froggy, I promise, my dear!
It’s brown, black or tan,
It may come in a can.
It’s deliciously wonderful beer!
A homebrewer once lost his leg.
He had no use for a peg.
He gave it some thought,
Said “why the hell not?”
And replaced the damn thing with a keg.
That’s the best I can do on short notice. Cheers.
These are great! More! More! Encore!!! ;D
One Pliny, Two Pliny, Three Pliny, Four
Sit at the bar and have Pliny some more
Pliny…good…um…
Thud!
;D
That’s gold ! Classic.
A brewer puts hops in the kettle
But doesn’t allow it to settle
The wort overflows
Right on to her toes
She screams “Why do hops have to meddle?”
OK…
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who liked to ferment in a bucket
Cause he twice broke a glass
Nearly cut his own a$$
And soon was quite ready to chuck it
- Me
Nice