The first Pint

The week was long, they worked me hard,

Outside, sun beating down in relentless shards,

Teasing me, taunting me, calling my name,

Put down your tools, join in my game…

No! Continue to toil I must,

To earn my bread, a sorry crust.

But after the train, and my journey home 
I necked that beer….

…ahhh, first pint syndrome.

© David Preston, Beer Tinted Spectacles 2012

Author: David Preston

Brand expert; beer enthusiast; outdoorsman; fell walker; writer; eclectic observer; pun lover

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