2 Pints of Guinness Poem, by APB, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

2 pints of Guinness,

1 toast of hatred,

I'm at your knees if you need me,

A lot of months I've waited,

2 pints of Guinness,

1 guilt trip of love,

I trip over my love,

Eyes close with hove,

2 pints of Guinness,

Your hatred alcohol,

I don't lose my cool,

You form me into your own fool,

2 pints of Guinness,

I'm alive just to be tired,

But I never get tired of you,

2 pints of Guinness,

And then I can say I love you