My blog isn't intended for poetry, and I am not a poet. Nonetheless, some might enjoy this hobby: rhymes for drinking times. Written under the pseudonym, WC Bardstool, they've been well-received in Gilbert Magazine. Here are two:
There once was a gal from Nanu,
Who used wine to create a fondoo,
When men flooded her land,
To win her deft hand,
She reverted to water and stew.
There goes that old husband of Mabel's
Who drinks beer and then peels off the labels.
When he gathers up ten,
We'll find him again,
Crawling 'round on his knees 'neath the tables.