Burgers and Breweries
When your day-to-day muse refuses to cooperate, but you desperately want to share your Friday's adventure, write a poem. I stared long and hard at the exhausted pile of "I-can't-think" drivel on my word document before I gave up and started playing around. It's a good thing I never grew up, for here is Burgers and Breweries:
‘Twas a grand olde Friday, brewing with adventure.
A hearty steed with a coat of red
Brought us to the coveted Terrapin Hall.
Bracelets of blue were bestowed upon us
To give us entry and to reveal
The flavor of the hall’s most precious wares.
Tree Hugger, Monk’s Revenge,
Hopsecutioner, and Maggie’s Farmhouse too.
Delicious they were, and not a drop was wasted.
When our thirst was well quenched
And our hunger gnawed,
We embarked on a quest
In search of the best.
We wanted a choice meal.
Nothing serves better than burgers and fries.
Amidst the music downtown,
Nestled in a tiny nook,
Lay a little diner, and nothing was finer.
