For the Love of Beer

4/16/13

Happy Hour

New York, NY

For the love of Beer

I grew up in Manila,

Where pilsner was the brew.

It was actually gold water,

And the macho thing to do.

The palate remained in me,

A taste I never outgrew.

Be it faint, light or heavy,

You got it for the crew.

Be it mild or bitter,

Dark porter or stout,

Be it crisp, dry and malty,

It was sipped, without a doubt.

Now, I usually chase,

The good lagers and ales.

But be wise, for plenty of it

Makes crooked trails.