"There's Poetry in a Pint of Guinness"

9000 years long he signed his name

“Arthur Guinness” he wrote, without an ounce of shame.

And an ounce of beer he would never lose

Because Guinness, my dear is one hell of a booze.

It’s a famous name wherever you go

Malty, dark and smooth, with the perfect flow.

The perfect pour is just within reach

You can learn from the best, they know how to teach.

From hops, barley, and yeast to the water so clean

Guinness became what Art thought it should be.

And Art, the good man broke free from the mold

He mastered the brew and turned lead into gold.

Now he and the beer have no magical power

But an Irish hero he is, you can tell from his tower.

In the tower you sit, all of Dublin you see

A view that’s much worse? A pint glass, empty.

There is one last thought I’ll leave with you here

It’s a beautiful sound, music to my ear

The music so brilliant played by violinist

There’s poetry in a pint of Guinness.