To Quench: A Sonnet

When life does parch one’s throat and soul,
And every thought’s consumed with thirst,
The overwhelming, frantic goal
Is just to quench it – or you’ll burst.

Though some may reach for water’s ease,
And others seek a soda sip,
I scoff at those iced tea will please
Or those in juice or cider’s grip.

As for those spirit lovers – fine!
I’ll grant to you my deep respect.
You’ll get some help from scotch or wine
Or gin or vodka, I expect.

But as for me, it’s crystal clear:
Life’s only bearable with beer!