Phoenix Fights

Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….




Beer you lie

You did not quench my thirst

You dehydrate

You’re not a mate

And now I’m feeling worse


Beer you’re sly

Make out that you’re a brother

‘Have one of these!

It’s all you need 

Oh now you need another…’


Beer I cried

At 3am in bed

I found I’d dozed

In all my clothes

With a cat laid on my head


Beer bye, bye

I prefer the grape to grain

And so next time

I’ll stick to wine

And spare my aching brain.



13 thoughts on “BEER BAN

  1. I use to be able to tell you what time it was by how many beers were left in frig. Oh but that was back in the day, I think I had a beer at my son’s a Xmas but went right back to diet pepsi. I am such a woos these days. AND I hate hangovers too. Been awhile!

  2. cool poem 🙂
    made me smile 🙂

  3. I’m living my life on a parallel universe to you, had a big ole beer Saturday night, San Miguel, uggghhh, good at the time but never again!! Yuk x

  4. Ach, a little hair of the doggerel, eh, Madame?

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