Hello stranger
why are you here?
go back home
or bring me beer.
You are not my friend
nor my confidant
if you can’t find me
the beer I want.
So run on home
now that’s an order
and don’t return
without Kona Moon Porter!
I need the beer that makes me strong
the beer that leaves me weak
the sobering beer
so full of good cheer
I could drink it all week.
(Okay, I was pushing things a bit there using homonyms at the end. I am not a poet, dammit!)


