And all through the bar
not a creature or person remained in their car.
The coats were hung by the door with car,
In hopes that at last call they would still be there.
The old men with hats sitting on their heads
were looking curiously at that one guy with dreds
And A in her northface, and I in my hoodie
were just settled in for a long night making merry
When out on the bar their arose such a clatter
The barmen jumped up, and yelled, "What the hell is the matter?"
Away to the booth i flew like a flash
sat down and muttered, that guy is an ass.
The moon on the shards of new broken glass
Some guy was about to get thrown out on his ass
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a big shiny new glass of beer!
The friendly barman, with a tap so quick
I knew his name was Dan, but I called him St. Nick
More rapid than an eagle, the beer it came
As he whistled, shouted, and called them by name!
On Coors! On Miller! On Yuengling and Bud!
On Sierra Nevada, Yards, and that one that tastes like mud!
On top of a stool, right next to the bar
Now drink em one, drink em all!
As leaves before the hurricane flies
Those beers disappeared right before my eyes
Into the hand so strangers and friends
all the beers met delicious ends
And now I'm out of rhymes and reasons
To continue this poem about two seasons
So Happy Thanksgiving And Christmas and remember to stop
when you see the lights flashing from that angry cop.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!!! Have a happy and safe holiday!! And eat lots of turkey, and drink lots of beer.