BEER

In golden halls where laughter gleams,

Amidst the chatter, dreams, and schemes,

There sits a drink, revered and dear,

A brew that holds both joy and cheer.

Its amber hue, a liquid sun,

Crafted by hand, each art undone,

From grain to glass, a tale is spun,

Of passion brewed, of battles won.

In taverns old, where tales unfold,

It beckons hearts, both young and old,

With frothy head and bubbling song,

It whispers tales the night prolongs.

Oh beer, companion to the bard,

In your embrace, all troubles marred,

You spark the fire of merry tongues,

And weave the dance where life belongs.

From pints in pubs to steins in halls,

You bring together, heed no walls,

A humble drink, yet rich in lore,

You quench our thirst for something more.

So here's to beer, in glass or stein,

In moments shared, you are divine,

A toast to you, in heartfelt cheer,

For you, dear beer, we hold so dear.