Since I don’t like beer, where I write beer–for me think wine….
I think I’ll start the day with beer
So there will be no cleaning here
Once I fill that mug with brew
My daily chores will be all through
Today will have no pain and sorrow
They can’t return until tomorrow
Carpe diem is what I say
Raise your mug and seize the day.
Toward the end of Prohibition,
Many people had ambition
To make a legal beer and sell it too.
Though, no stronger than 4.0
T’was better than nothing don’t you know.
So celebrate and have yourself a brew.
From the National Beer Day webpage: On April 7, 1933, President Franklin Roosevelt took the first step toward ending Prohibition and signed a law that allowed people to brew and sell beer, in the United States, as long as it remained below 4.0% alcohol by volume (ABV). Beer drinkers celebrated and were happy to be able to purchase beer again for the first time in thirteen years.
April 7, 2019, Poem 7