Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Hopslam Sonnet


O Hopslam, Hopslam! Wherefore art thou Hopslam?
Deny thy distributor and come forth to me;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll remain hop thirsty
Tis my want of your taste that is my enemy.
Thou shall be free, though thou is not.
Where art thou, Gomer's wait list is a fortnight long
Nor keg won't be at the Saucer until the Monday hence,
A cask at that.
What's in a name? That which we call hoppy
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Hopslam would, were he not Hopslam called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owns.
Without that title. Hopslam, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself from retail shelves next week.

6 comments:

  1. Dork. I mean that with love. okaybye.

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  2. What does this have to do with Boulevard? There's a tie-in somewhere, I'm sure. I know the game; I watch it unfold.

    The Foundry's also supposed to get a keg soon, from what I hear. It won't be at cask temperature.

    My captcha for entering this comment is "colon", by the way.

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  3. JJS, Only the astute reader would pick up "And for thy name, which is no part of thee,". Bull E. Vard is not contained in the name Hopslam.

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  4. Bull...thanks for the post! I appreciate that!

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  5. I've yet to have this fine beverage, but am on the list at 2 local liquor stores so am anxious to give it a go. Hope it lives up to the hype.

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