Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
My ancestors didn't drink beer,
they had something else without peer -
a golden elixir that spelt hearty,
'twas always the life of the party.
Those old Anglo Saxons were wise,
the greatest of things in their eyes
was a flagon of liquid called mead
made from honey - it was all they would need.
Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 12.19.23
Prompt: Honey.
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