FOOD POEMS and HUMOR SECTION

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 Poems about Drinking

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delv'd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
Oh, for a beaker of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

John Keats 

Not drunk is he who from the floor

Can rise alone and still drink more;

But drunk is he who prostrate lies

Without the power to move or rise.

Thomas Love Peacock (English author) 
(1785-1866) 

But if at the Church they would give us some ale,

And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,

We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,

And never once wish from the Church to stray.