though talk of beer is deep and dark
a sip my lips cannot partake
of many things on shelf I'd parked
include the vice of potent slake
I just cannot abide that thirst
my health for it would turn the worst.                

but cheer ye up, my hearty friends
and sadden not the bleary eyes
Continue slurping suds and blends
and allow me adopt the guise
of tilting up my pepsi diet
and keep my uproar to a riot                

toast you though, and hold not back
tis only brain cells that you'll lack
and won't you know twill be such fun
to kill them off, all one by one
and burp a little there for me
remind me of my former glee.
                

gosh, I'm running out of rhyme
how does ymir do it all the time?