Counting the ways we love this dark brew.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the honey, malts and oat
That in a pint my nose and tongue can note
On these cold and dark February days.
I love thee to the level of my thirst
Upon sitting at the bar after work.
I love thee freely, as joyful men do toast;
I love purely, as your taste we praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In the big old brewery on the bay.
I love thy rich, indulgent chocolate pour
And thy dark and decadent velvet foam
Which in this snowy winter keeps me warm
And makes the perfect dessert treat at home.
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