Fragrant ales, what I choose;
I am averse to booze.
It’s a tun-based art.
Gin is hard, makes me blind
and acting unrefined. Give me tun-based art.
With a head white as cream instead of a Jim Beam,
with small bubbles it teems; it’s always in my dreams.
It’s rife with hop deliciousness, and that’s OK!
I love when to nose it imparts citrus bouquet.
But too much makes my girth
sometimes enforce a dearth of the tun-based art.
It’s a bitch when I fart:
make your eyes itch and smart—
stench from tun-based art.
But this brew is so fine that I don’t even mind
that it can offend rhin-al channels booger-lined.
No, beer ain’t the best art; ain’t got a head tart.
I am never done with chuggin’ tun-based art.