tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781646534201708629.post266428192783919732..comments2024-01-08T00:08:53.008+00:00Comments on ombhurbhuva: My Beloved Compares Herself to a Pint of Stout by Paul Durcanombhurbhuvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789523088428270027noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781646534201708629.post-41218164797985912732019-03-01T10:21:32.811+00:002019-03-01T10:21:32.811+00:00I love this poem so much that it made me that I wr...I love this poem so much that it made me that I wrote this sonnet wondering whether to compare my beloved to a pint of stout.<br /><br />Shall I compare you to a pint if stout?<br />It's true that of you both I often drink,<br />And each of you can freely lay me out<br />But there is more to that than this, I think.<br />Ah yes, the stout is fine but quickly past<br />And leaves the mearest twinkle in my eyes<br />But your sweet liquor holds me fast<br />And sets my every fibre on the rise.<br />So henceforth I shall only drink of you<br />And find that in my each and every part<br />The the truthvof which I always knew:<br />There's nothing like you in the brewer's art.<br />So if a simile I would attain<br />It's right to liken you to fine Champagne.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06068367587183340473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781646534201708629.post-45942351109517901292013-03-23T14:51:34.827+00:002013-03-23T14:51:34.827+00:00Speaking of pints, Michael, there is a chance that...Speaking of pints, Michael, there is a chance that I and my beloved will be in your fair island this coming June/July. If so, I'd be delighted to stand you a pint. Should that appeal, feel free to get in touch via gmail. I think you know my moniker.skholiasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05410057905377189336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781646534201708629.post-8446884888913849932013-03-23T00:40:54.166+00:002013-03-23T00:40:54.166+00:00To paraphrase Molly Bloom - yes.
There are still d...To paraphrase Molly Bloom - yes.<br />There are still devotees of the old religion who crept out of their beehives of an evening to sup the soma juice of the Gael, the pint of Plain (porter). In the immortal words of Jem Casey as interpreted by Eamon Morrissey with the help of Myles na Gopaleen, <i>A Pint of Plain is your Only Man</i>. <br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIrX5MfNedMombhurbhuvahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789523088428270027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781646534201708629.post-56098920142694552982013-03-22T19:16:30.672+00:002013-03-22T19:16:30.672+00:00Lovely. Damn. Not easy these days to write a good ...Lovely. Damn. Not easy these days to write a good eroto-poem without getting silly. This one walks the line.skholiasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05410057905377189336noreply@blogger.com