BeerBorg

(To the rhythm of Night Before Christmas)

'Twas the night before Monday, and in the beer fridge,
There was no homebrew, not even a smidge

No bottles were lined up, placed with such care,
Both shelves - top and bottom - simply were bare,

No brewing had taken place, as I had been slacking,
I needed to brew, and I had to get cracking!

When all of a sudden, I was hit like a brick,
I needed supplies, and I needed them quick!
Not only that, I needed a plan,
So I thought of some beers of which I was a fan

I created 2 recipes, 1 new and 1 old,
Some hops were old favorites, others were new and were bold,
I typed in the grains, the hops and the yeast,
One would be Pacman, which works like a beast,

Beersmith was my ally, capturing details,
BlackDuck's grain bill was the base, 'cuz it never fails,
I changed up the hops and the schedule to mine,
Now I'm anxious to brew, all I need now is the time,

I'm a little bit stressed out, with (almost) nothing to drink,
I started to panic, I started to think,
What about St. Nick? And what would the Borg do?
"Relax, don't worry, have a homebrew!"


Ok, some of those rhymes may be more Dr. Seuss but I never claimed to be a poet - sue me.

That's pretty good. Now we need the 'full' version with it being narrated with your voice so we can scare ourselves into brewing before we run out.

Nice poem....and I'm humbled that I made it into the lines.