Stout Poem by Hazel Connelly

Stout is a drink that I savour
A glass of chocolate liquorice flavour
The glass to my lips what a kiss
Down it goes just like bliss.

The devils liquid I have named it
Joining Camra is the culprit
I buy one more then I think
Oh the consequence of another drink.

Oh dear it's empty glasses
My how quickly time passes
Stout my love another jar
As I make my way to the wooden bar.

Stout to me you are a winner
Now I am a stout sinner
I used to be a wine drinker
Stout.. I'm hooked, line and sinker.

© Hazel

Camra: - (Campaign for real ale)