Ode to Friday Night
What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the neon of my favorite beer sign,
and the glow of the jukebox!
The temptress, thy name be Miller light, she beckons me,
in her tall, frosty can of blue and gold,
Bring me to your lips my sweet,
Drink of my goodness,
Cleanse yourself of Monday through Thursday,
Wash it all away with my hops and barley.
The strife of your week can be seen upon your countenance,
it can be heard in the lyrics of your voice,
as you render a hearty belch to the gods of beer!
Oh, how I love thee!
Let me count the ways!
You never fail to let me down with your frosty goodness,
You take all my troubles away and leave me with wit and the ability to make merriment wherever I go!
You give me the ability to see things differently than they really are,
almost as if I was bespectacled!
And every once in awhile you cause me to ply a man with my feminine wiles and get me laid.
Fuck, I love you beer!!