He sits by the hour - stiring his pot
the steam rising wildly around him.
The smell of the hops
permeates the shop.
Oh how I wish he'd come inside then!
The batch must be right
a Brewers delight
before his focus will wane.
Who ever thought
my attentions be naught.
At brew time, my husband's a pain!
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