The Slabberwocky

Barrel Aged Sour

Honey Mesquite Golden Ale

Dollar Bill Brewing

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‘Twas brillig, and the silver can

                Did gyre and gimble in the hand.

All mimsy were the sour fans,

                And thirsty I did stand.

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Rose gold in hue, and through and through

                The ring-pull top went snicker snack!

Pour and drink and think and stew

                 There’s quite a lot to unpack.

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 “Beware the Slabberwock, my son!

                The acid bites, the smoke will catch

Don’t drink them all, just drink the one

                With a little cheese, to match!”

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For match it would, a hardy blue

                The smoked malt turns to savour,

And with honey and funky acid too

                Gives a distinctly blue cheese flavour.

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The combination of its parts,

                Smoked, sour, funky, acid, sweet,

Comes all at once, in fits and starts,

                And keeps you on your feet.

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Like tangy pickles in the jar

                Bret funk, blue cheese and bacon

With honeyed balsamic vinegar

                It’s quite a lot to take in.

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“And hast thou slain the Slabberwock?

                Come to my arms, my tipsy boy!

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

                He chortled in his joy!”

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‘Twas brillig, and the silver can

                Did gyre and gimble in the hand.

All mimsy were the sour fans,

                And thirsty I did stand.