Cider Season
There was an old maid of Oneida, Who screamed at the sight of a spider; She would faint at a lamb And run wild from a ram, But fearlessly tackle hard cider.
Healing Beer
A man to whom illness was chronic, When told that he needed a tonic, Said “Oh! Doctor dear, Won’t you please make it beer?” “No,no,” said the Doc, “that’s Teutonic.”
Easy but not cheap
That is how a girl that I used to see in the distant past used to characterize herself. And I bring that up (other than to dredge up pleasant -well, some of them-memories) because we have recently gotten some free stuff. FREE STUFF! WOOT! If you have followed us from the beginning (and we know [...]