A Pint

Mike Bell/ January 18, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

With a gold harp
on the glass,
the chilled weight,
reduced by tips
under the creamy
froth, which grips
the inner barrel
of the pint glass:
Framed over
the beer mat,
that final inch:
Avoid metrication!
For this is Guinness,
my old libation.


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