STOUT THOUGHTS
By Peter Woodgate
The pint of Guinness stood upon the table
A creamy head complete with
shamrock leaves
And I was looking forward to
consuming
That liquid velvet sliding down
with ease.
When I was halfway through my
Irish nectar
I stopped to think, and pondered
for a while
Had I enjoyed the half-consumed or
would the half to come
Be relished more? This strange
thought made me smile.
But what of life, when do the
thoughts
Revert from front to back?
And all those dreams that once we
had
Are simply things we lack.
This cunning cogitation would not
leave me
And made me feel quite sad and
somewhat blue
I then picked up the glass and
drank the other half
Went to the bar and then drank
quite a few.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
Did I get your intention re Title? (Thought you may have had a brain storm). As always amusing and cognitive...
ReplyDeleteYes Len, Guinness was classed as a Stout and if you drink too much it's how you end up. It tastes good too.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this Peter, shame I can't say the same about the taste.
ReplyDeleteI love Guinness.But as I only usually have a half pint there is no need or time for cogitation.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem too. I love the the way a poem can be conjured up doing the simplest thing like enjoying a pint ot two.
ReplyDeleteShelley