Hogonice Beer

Down in old Coral Gables, it’s a fun time for all
‘Round the Caja at ManCamp where the south bloggers sprawl.
But there’s no dish there waiting, whether bird, pig, or steer,
With the strength to compare with a Hogonice beer.

Now the Cubans are anxious for the Lawyer to come,
There are plates for the flan, Agria by the drum.
What's this then—brown bottles?! That's pretty damn queer,
Knowing nothing compares with a Hogonice beer.

Whether ales, stouts or lagers—be they amber or dark,
This is "paradise" brewing, he was heard to remark.
'For the tiny tight bubbles, I can charge more, it's clear,
When the bloggers hit Pay-Pal for their Hogonice beer.'

With a brew far far finer (which deserves a Kiddüsh)
Than that stuff from the pissoire at Anheuser-Busch,
He picks out his essays—eating well with no fear,
One handed! in the other, a Hogonice beer.

Down in old Coral Gables, it's a fun time for all
'Round the Caja at ManCamp where the south bloggers sprawl.
But there’s no dish there waiting, whether bird, pig, or steer,
With the strength to compare with a Hogonice beer.

   posted by Stephen at 2:47 PM | Plink