Pewter Pot

AuburnScribbler

 

With a plastic beaker, and a highball glass,

in aqua vita est, in vino veritas,

as when we imbibe, we can see,

the symbols, that make up our beliefs,

 

creation is known, with milk bottle nib,

then joy is learned, by soda can kid,

then when the times, become a stress,

stronger tastes come, to make you rest,

 

perhaps, picture yourself a Viking,

where the flyting cup, can make you sing,

or sip with those, in the upper circle,

with a flute, holding famed French gargle,

 

or think yourself, an elected suit,

where the stench of coffee, is the root,

and if you’re a teacher, I know your stance,

for little terrors, mean you have Grants,

 

of course, the e-gamer, who has played,

builds a bottle pyramid with Gatorade,

and far away, where the heat is rife,

no need for glass, a municipal pipe,

 

but what do I do? I hear you ask,

well sometimes, my friend is the cask,

I pretend to be Falstaff, of which I’m not,

when filling up my pewter pot.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2023 07:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem outlines the different ways, in which we fuel ourselves, via the drinks we choose, and the way, in which we choose to drink them. Accompanying the poem is a picture of the pewter pot in question, along with a nice bottle of Shipyard American IPA, of which I may have later, whilst perhaps, reading the Concise Pepys, that is lurking in the background. I hope that you enjoy this "break away from current affairs" poem, cheers, salud, sante, yamas, ganbei, or whatever you say, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Parisab

    Salud sir! This is an authentically masculine poem! It brought back the memory of certain object of my father he brought over and used from many oceans! It is universal and personal, thought of the Viking artifacts and throughly American in spirit! Thanks for sharing!

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Parisab, and cheers right back at you!

      I'm glad that this poem brought back a happy memory of your father, and that you enjoyed this little journey of different lives through drinks.

      You are very welcome, and I hope that all is well.



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