This lovely poem was written by my mother, and was just too good not to share.

I open the door, and my, oh my
I can’t help but ask why, oh why?
A visiting monkey with a taste for brew
…has gone through a case of Natty or two
He’s a taste for the finest from here and abroad
From Ale to Stout – hmmm…something is flawed
But our shelves are barren, no Natty in site
As he leaves this household in rapid flight
His hypothesis speaks of barley and hops
From spicy, to fruity, to unpronounceable bocks
But back home with his wallet safe and away
He chooses what his home calls “the best” anyway
Where once was plenty, now there is none
The shelves are empty, and our Natty is gone
A furry traveler with great brewery tastes he may be
But he still drinks our Natty when he knows it is free!

Written By: Carol Aesop

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