The Offical EBN Poem...
"A Flocc of Saucers"
A hot summer day
Caused my throat to go dry
I needed refreshment
Or I thought I would die.
I soon came upon
A place called the Saucer
Beer was to them
Like words were to Chaucer
My chapped lips were greeted
By beer oh so cold
And the goddess who served me
Had hair blonde as gold
As the next beer was ordered
I wondered aloud
Did I know any one
In this large tavern's crowd
For what good would it be
To drink ales upon ales
With no one to share
Some stories and tales.
But hark! did my ears
Hear this toast and a cry?
"Here's to Lee Marvin,
One Hell of a guy!"
Right then did I know
That this crowd was my type
And I slowly went over
To check out the hype
They all rose to meet me
And extended a hand
"This is the Network
have a seat with our clan."
They told me their group
Was called EBN
They like to drink beer
And toast to no end
They said that their meetings
Were best known as floccs
The loved to drink beers
From stouts down to bocks
So now I am part
of the Flocc here in town
I come to the Saucer
And drink the beer down
I love to make toasts
And always have fun
'Cause that makes this group
Second to none!
So here's one more toast
To the Flocc and this place
Come join our crowd
And drink beer by the case!
Pierce M. (2/05)
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Some toasts frequently heard at the EBN...
“A Toast to the Tie of Friendship”
As the roots of Barley anchor the stalk to the soil,
As the salad is tossed to mix the wine with the oil,
So may our lives blend all together,
and be steadfast in friendship through all sorts of weather.
Michael C. (7/06)
“A Toast to Getting Even”
Beware to those who cross my friends,
For we will not stop until we make amens.
We will never give up and we keep on believin’,
That it’s not use getting mad when we could be getting even.
So here is a toast that will make our enemies cringe,
For we will not rest until we’ve had sweet revenge…
Michael C. (6/06)
“Beer Fishing”
I raise my beer glass to toast the EBN,
With the most beautiful women and handsome gentlemen.
We have engineers, artisans, and members galore,
In a crowd such as this it is never a bore.
Old friends and new faces we’re happy to see,
Come one yes come all, EBN membership is free.
Between ales and lagers, a stout or a bock,
When we gather together we call it the Flocc.
May you know great prosperity, never down on your luck,
Hey, uh… I’m short on beer money can I borrow a buck?
Brian T. (2/3/06)
“No More Fruity Beer”
Mexican beers and Hefe Weizen tastes great straight from the bottle.
But, add a lime or a lemon to the brew and you can create a whole new model.
I wish I knew the hombre’ who came up with that idea,
To put fruit in my beer and make it taste like Sangria.
A beer should be forthright, sturdy and substantial, with an aroma as strong as dog poop.
If I wanted to drink lemonade, I’d join a damned Girl Scout troop!
So, here’s to the ales, the lagers and the like that tantalize our tongue,
May we drink them all to our heart’s delight ‘til all the bells have rung!
Michael C. (1/06)
“A Toast to Freedom”
In times like these it’s most essential that we stand together strong,
For our homeland’s pride & glory, to fight against the wrong.
And now we raise a glass to all through thick & thin,
Who gather round this table monthly as faithful EBN.
And, let us not forget those who made us able
To assemble all together here around this bar room table.
For, as Kipling said about those men, who gave & gave some more,
It’s Tommy this & Tommy that and Tommy chuck him out the door
But it’s Tommy save the country when the guns begin to roar.
So, here’s to American Freedom now raise your mugs and glasses
And, those who take that freedom for granted can kindly kiss our asses.
Michael C. (2/05)
A few other good ones as well..
A lowly young DOT clerk
Was looking for duties to shirk.
Since his fascination
was malt and flocculation,
He created the Emergency Beer Network.
Michael C. (2/05)
There once was an old mother hen
Who thought that to drink was a sin
Her husband was ready to toss her
When he discovered the Flying Saucer.
Now, instead of going home, he goes to the EBN.
Michael C. (2/05)
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