In this temple of breweries,
Our beermat oasis,
The hours have been sanded away,
The drinks have been spilled,
Beer goggles donned by all,
The bell rings the end of our joviality,
No more amber will flow here,
We’ve made memories tonight its true,
We may not wish for the fervour to cease,
But if we do not leave,
Memories cannot flourish in our grey matter,
The present can’t be remembered.
WorldofHarley 
Captured the essence of the gold brew. Love your artwork 😊
That brew we all love eh? Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yesss, every drip.