It may be the wee hours of Monday, but it’s never to late to answer ABC Wednesday‘s prompt for poems using the letter “Y.” This goes out especially to my high school buddy and still great friend Michael Weil, who visited from Potsdam, NY (think colder than Madison!) with super wife (and also old friend) Amy Jo and verrrrry cool son Alex today, along with new friends Paul and his partner Dean. Mike and I reminisced about the ever-abundant supply of Yuengling beer at our house, and how he just “converted” to their Black and Tan variety. I had actually written this “snowball” poem days ago, but now I HAVE to post it, right? Safe travels, you “Weil things!” Amer

Also at the poetic collective, Poets United.

YUENGLING

Sun,

summer,

cold Yuengling.

Man, our basement

fridge was full of it.

Easy access for teens

to grab a brew, hit the pool,

and bask in alcoholic bliss.

Mom never kept inventory, so

we drank, swam, laughed, and tanned all summer long.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil