The Man Who Brews The Beer

Somewhere behind the frosted pipes that hold our liquid cheer
There lurks a Man – a noble Man – the Man Who Brews the Beer;
His spendid (sic) is never done, for Winter, too, enjoys
The beer that makes hot summer laugh for Dry Colonial Boys,
The sugar cane its sweetness yields, the good earth gives its hops,
An Heaven pours its cool rains in before the ripe beer pops;
But here's the wizard of it all who mixes cloud and clod
And from it brews a golden drink that makes of Man a god.
Ice soda fiends mix acid drinks at tombstones set on end
And garnish them with ice and dyes to make a deadly blend,
Then suck them up through silly straws that should be in their hair
The foolish straws that asses eat and crazy people wear.
The sneaking 'near beer' hypocrite who shamelessly does sing,
His vile decoctionhas the taste but does not have the sting.
This criminal I would consign to dungeons dank and drear
Because he desecrates a Name – the sacred name of Beer.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

Mudcat FIRST. Currently, unavailable anywhere on the net.

Direct corollary to the DT version of “The Man Who Waters the Beer.”
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Source – University of California at Davis - Master Brewer's Program – Spring 1990 - face page of a student's lab book – photocopied and taped from unknown source..