An Ode to the Beer Stop
Oh sweet beer stop, how I love thee. Let me count the ways....
You keep me from becoming too parched
and keep the racer types at bay.
You keep the mood light
and make even short rides last all day.
I love your barley sweetness as its taste touches my lips
as your emptys spill into my backpack their last few sips
It leaves your scent there to linger and tarry
all of this love, in my heart I do carry.
Go ride bikes.