Beamish

[milo]

I have to put on a silly accent to make the rhymes work (lass is / masses rhyme with molasses when I say it, but grasses/ glasses/ surpasses all rhyme with arses ) -- neither here nor there really, it just goes to show that rhyme and even meter are dialect-based, to a degree. I digress. For a change.

With so many poems deluded into thinking they're champagne and caviar, frankly it's bloody refreshing to just have a beer and forget all those pretensions. Naturally, the villanelle makes it a special beer.

You are supposed to put on your brogue as you sing it, hence the "purdy".

Now one of you other wimpy, limp-wristed, wine-swilling "poets" write me a poem worthy of the mighty brew before I write another!

milo

(that was a gauntlet btw)