froth as white as snow,
small bubbles busily rising,
He writes her name on the condensation
which encases the golden pint
and the devil uses all his power
to entice the sad desperate man to devour
what for him is pure poison.
There are other lone drinkers here
mostly middle-aged men too,
he has joined a far from glamorous club.
Oh, he is tempted to submerge himself
in the liquid but if he were to succumb
knows that there will be many more to come.