I’m still trawling my webook archives ( instead of working shhh ! ) and this poem leapt out at me. It was supposed to be the title page of a poetry book that for various reasons never happened but now with e-books and kindles who knows ?
Beer froth makes many shapes,
At its versatility I often gape.
I sip, then I will eagerly peer,
Waiting for a new shape to appear.
But the happiness never lasts,
I’ve reached the bottom of the glass.
Well there is only one thing to do,
That’s buy another beer or two.