He calls it tea, hopflower tea to be exact.
He's neither British nor acqainted with Earl Grey.
He drinks so many gallons, could it be a fact
that a medicinal effect is, if I may
peruse the term, me, clumsy ignoramus,
a tonic then of culinary treasures,
which, since the ancient times of Mr. Nostradamus
has been so popular as one of life's great pleasures,
that many thousands have enriched their local brewers
to feast on golden brown and aromatic juices,
which, after duly being discharged into sewers,
provide nutritious party times, constructive uses
for rats and mice and other vermin roaming there,
then, circulated once again through their small systems
it then ends up in soils whose produce we will share,
the benefits of hop tea are too numerous to list them.
So, who am I to look with undisguised disgust
upon the drinker of much beer, day in and out?
I say, my friends, you drink as drink you must
and only stop if God does send to you the gout.