Like the Inner Feathers of Earth
How frothy do these suds appear
They fill up all the belvedere
They overflow the Amazon
The brown folks flee--and soon they're gone
How fluffy do these pillows seem
Like feathers or a young girl's dream
Like clouds of endless candy floss
Or lushest swaths of spanish moss
How stringy is this green spaghetti
We drew it from the nose of Yeti
And so they break the golden chain
While singing loud this quaint refrain:
Aloo, alla, my sudsy bear
If only we could brew thee here
Distilleries and wineries
Decolletage and fineries
They're just the stuff of myths and sagas
And yet, somehow, they serve to drag us
Through the aeons, right to this day
Like packages on Santa's sleigh
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |