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Brew Master*

Brew Master*

A Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.

I know for a fact that

he did not pray a lot

so how in Heaven's name

did he get to where he got?

Just how did  this guy Arnold

get to be a saint?

This then is his story

though you may think it quaint.

This is what he told me.

Now, I'm telling you

He said he earned Blessed sainthood

by brewing mead the people's favorite brew.

Earlier, before your time

Whatever that time may be,

Arnold brewed

for peasants, monks and kings

and drank prodigiously.

Then there came the day

that was chosen for him to die.

and knowing this that if he did

he was apt to fry.

"Wait Lord," he cried

I wouldst a bargain make,

if St. Pierre lets me through

the finest mead Saint's

thirst shall slake.

St. Pierre and all the Saints

then to God did sue

praying for permission

to let Arnold through.

For nigh on a millennium

the brew Arnold brewed fermented.

The Heavenly Host grew thirstier

'til the Arnold at last relented.

Angels with all the others

then did gather 'round

to sing Arnold's phrases

as smooth the mead went down.

Saint Michael feeling magnanimous

 after draining flagon three

 Named Arnold  "Saint"

'twas proclaimed unanimously!

Good people, Friends

His story now is told,

thusly did brew master Arnold

enter the Saintly fold.

*St. Arnold of Metz

 See his history.

 I have taken some liberties

as allowed by my poetic license.

© 2014 Patches I'm not so new anymore.

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Added on August 22, 2014
Last Updated on August 24, 2014