By Any Other Name

Posted by Brad Osborne on March 30, 2020 · 19 Comments 

 

 

Just hops and grain

To soothe the brain

So why am I to blame

For an unfortunate name

 

Yet here I sit in rank

Or in a holding tank

As my stock slips

A million missed sips

 

Life used to be sublime

Garnished with wedged lime

Quenching wanting thirst

Now I’m seen as cursed

 

If I taste just the same

Will you forgive my name

For with this stress and fear

You could likely use a beer

 

 

 

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