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Stage 1 – Take 1 – Day 27 – Miscellaneous – Ode to Shower Beer

I wrote this piece whilst quite tired. I’d just spent 15 hours working on my new kitchen. Then I had a shower and a beer. It was glorious.


You’ve worked a long, hard day. You’re tired and sore. Covered in little cuts, scratches, and bruises. Abrasions, itches, and grazes. Marks and lumps ‘n’ bumps. Your feet ache, your muscles are tight, and your brain is dead. What are you to do?

Shower beer.

Shower beer, to me you are so dear. Shower beer.

You’re asleep on your feet after a full day’s work. You laboured in the sun. Lifted and squatted. Cursed and muttered. Heaved and spluttered. The sun’s turned your arms brown and the back of your neck red and your legs feel like lead. What are you to do?

Shower beer.

Shower beer, to me you are so dear. Shower beer.

You stand in the water’s sweet caress. The scalding stream, swaying as you dream. Eyes closed. Muscles relaxing. Beer in hand. It tastes so sweet. Like a day’s work done. The dust and dirt washes away. Grit and grime flees from your hair. Your mind floats and your skin wrinkles, thanks to:

Shower beer.

Shower beer, to me you are so dear.

Shower beer.

And now your beer is gone. Your work is done. Your day is won. You can rest now, sleep now, dream now. Dream of:

Shower beer.

Shower beer, to me you are so dear. Shower beer.

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