An Ode to This Half Gallon Jug of Rogue Dead Guy Ale
O, what glorious life is this!
when one is able to purchase
an ale of immortal stature,
subsumed in colossal measure.
Sixty and four divine ounces!
The vastness of which announces
forthcoming inebriation,
and full anaesthetization.
A stein would be a travesty!
A shrine in a sacristy
is where Thine nectar belongs,
showered with elysian love songs.
I shall cradle it in my arms!
and bask in its marvelous charms,
for such a resplendent vessel
merits a delicate nestle.
But, ho! Sip it I shall not!
Intricate as a gordian knot
this tincture may be, valiantly
I unravel it comptly.
Aqua Vitae! A Potent quaff,
O!, a herculean swig of
such spirit is a postulate
to transcend rhapsodys gate.
posted by Rob @ 6:32 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks. I have kept my skills locked away in a dark, dark place. And no, it only looks like a lot of people have been reading my blog because I don't have my counter set to ignore page views from myself, and I've probably viewed it a few hundred times as I've been making changes. But yeah, a few people other than ya'll have looked it over.
I've got a new counter now. I forgot my password or something for the old one. So now it'll say i've got practically no hits, but this one supposedly won't register every single page view.
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