Like many British expats, something I look forward to on my all too short home visits is a decent real ale. This year, my daughter presented me with a Christmas box of selected bottles. But she didn't stop there. Noticing that our real ales often have quirky names, like 'Bishop's Finger' or 'Old Speckled Hen', she decided to out-do the originals by relabelling them to a new level of quirkiness. I secretly suspect she had some fun in doing it!
|don't all buffaloes have waxen knees?|
|and aren't all porcupines aquatic?|
|so easy to attract the disapproval of one's peers|
|who prefers to be in a box today|