I’m a bit of a wallflower,
I must confess it’s true
Yet She rides my shoulder
to share a story with you

A dark and chewy beer
Changes my focus, stiffens my spine
But I dare not quaff enough
to render me supine

But the lubrication I prefer
above whisky, wine or beer,
Is the one that flows unasked
When I say “my cup’s empty here”