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******************************************************************************* A Bud in Bloom By Indelibleink Is there really any match - when you first enter a room, for the heady aroma of the famous "Bud in bloom?" I'll answer that, friend, by claiming it's always been the rage, since I learned to open the fridge, it's been on my center stage! Nothing so enhances the special smell of the hops, as wearing a "wife-beater" and watching reruns of Cops. Some Fritos, pretzels, and chip dip: now that there is a feast! and stay away from my nachos, lest you unleash the beast! All shall be punished with a resounding whack on the tush, lest ye forget the main rule and pick a Bud from the Busch!! Can you have another brewski? - and I answer, "Of Coors!" (between this poem and my jokes, I'm not sure which is worse)! Though my poetic skills will never match those of one like Karen the "taste" of my piece, "A Bud in Bloom" So, fret not my friends, there is no need to vacate the room, there's not only a cold Pabst by my chair, but "A Bud in Bloom" ********************************************************************** Words: 188
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