Mike du Jour by Mike Lester for September 15, 2022

That’s one big stein.

Guinevere’s eyes were a glean,

She licked her beer stein clean.

To everyone’s dismay,

She she then went astray,

Now her job is completely unseen.

Nice, and yet I hate poetry. Maybe it’s limericks I like!

There once was a girl named Anheuser,

who said that no man could surprise her.

But Pabst took a chance,

found the Schlitz in her pants,

and now she is sadder Budweiser.

Apparently, in her stupor, she’s now become transparent…