A short poem about the craft and science of brewing alcohol.
Forever there has been,
Such a science within.
From Ireland to Belgium,
all a eukaryotic micro-organism.
Many don’t know what happens inside,
but they work hard. By budding, they divide.
So appreciate the life that creates what you drink.
Even if while doing so, they create a stink.
We keep happy the fungi,
until the day they go dormant and die.
They fall out of solution,
and we separate the two.
Bottle it up, and have a good brew!
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