The Fridge Wins Again

It was the night before last
that I stepped into the kitchen
I'm thirsty I thought
and my mind I've got a stitch in

Racing for the fridge
at a pace no one's beatin'
fill my belly with ale
I should get something to eat then

Much to my chagrin
that's the last clang I'll hear now
The fridge is but dry
when it comes to the beer stow

What a fool lost his plunder
'cause his mind was but under
the foley once asunder
the vale the week's blunder

Fat tire's the choice
Not a bike but a brew
a delicious new belgium
styled ale to chew

Not chewy like most
but delicious to boast
or toast with a glass
in your hand to the host

I could keep on going
but the toffee's not done
toffee for banoffee
will be had 'til there's none

The fridge wins again in it's quest for glory
this silly old tale could be told as a story
at bedtime for children but not about ale
as little kids aren't ready for this little tale