Jako, że wczoraj skończyłem 22 lat, to dzisiaj, dla relaksu, trochę kultury. Pozwolę sobie przepisać wiersz nieznanego autora, który znalazłem w motcie książki H.E. Brawery Brewing Without Failures:
Oh - Good Lord
The Horse and Mule live thirty years,
Yet know nothing of wines and beers.
Most Goats and Sheep at twenty die,
And have never tasted Scotch or Rye.
A Cow drinks watern by the ton,
So at eighteen is mostly done.
The Dog in milk and water soaks,
And then in twelve short years he croaks.
Your Modest sober, bone-dry Hen,
Lays eggs for Nogs, then dies at Ten.
All Animals are strictly dry,
They sinless live and swiftly die.
But sinful, Ginful, beer soaked man,
Survives three score years and ten.
While some of us, though mighty few,
Stay sozzled till we're ninety-two.
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...I oczywiście pije w pociągu! Ach:)
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