Booze Poetry: Three Philosophers
Last night I drank a Three Philosophers Belgian Style Blend (Quadrupel), and decided to write some more descriptive verse:
Tonight, I drank up the philosophy of my three Beligan friends. Throughout the night we opined strongly about the mysticism of our bubbling climate. The arguments flowed with intense flavor, penetrating deep into my consciousness. The quadrupel tension of argument resolved itself only at the break of dawn and wearing of mind.
Definitely not as good as the my previous scotch description.