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Have you read The Unbearable Nonsense of Craft Beer - A Rant in Nine Acts by Alan and Max yet? It's out on Kindle as well as Lulu.

Maureen Ogle said this about the book: "... immensely readable, sometimes slightly surreal rumination on beer in general and craft beer in particular. Funny, witty, but most important: Smart. The beer geeks will likely get all cranky about it, but Alan and Max are the masters of cranky..."

Ron Pattinson said: "I'm in a rather odd situation. Because I appear in the book. A fictional version of me. It's a weird feeling."


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Captain Hops -

Well there is certainly nothing wrong with a rumble in verse. However, I'm afraid I have been misinterpreted.

You were quite plain in your explanation that stringing together haiku verse would be perfectly acceptable. Of course, I was looking forward to branching out from haiku for this contest...

But anyway, may haiku was an inside joke from one of my former professions. I was a clown pimp... er... I mean I managed an entertainment agency and booked clowns, magicians, and jugglers for shows and events. As it happens, the lowliest of all entertainers - below even the balloon animal maker - is the mime.

Now the haiku artist, with his minimalist technique, actually has a chance at winning the poetry contest if he or she can develop a string of related haiku. But alas, the poor mime has no words to string together. He has to silently sit the contest out and drink his invisible beer in the corner. Poor beer mime.


Alan -

So does that mean we get no haiku rumble. Maybe instead we can taunt each other in Shakespearian sonnet.

Captain Hops -

I'm happy to write
but just for sport and glory
I can't use the tix

I'm tempted to try
a Shakespearian sonnet
or something like Seuss

the rumble must wait...
I still have to drink Dubbels
for Friday's Session

Kevin McG. -

My attempt at poetry--let me know what you think.

Oh! You frothy beast-
Many a man you controlled,
Elixir of life.

Envelop senses
Taste, touch, smell – excitement swells,
Together again.

Insatiable love,
As we cure the world’s ales
As one, pint by pint.

--Kevin McG.

Lynn -

This poem makes me hot. I need a cold one