Limerick

There once was a man who brewed beer.
It never seemed to disappear.
He looked at his stock;
it filled him with shock!
There was no more grain to make beer!

My husband and I brewed beer for about 2 months straight, every weekend. Sometimes we'd brew two or three times in a weekend. We had roughly 7 batches (at 5 gallons per batch). And then we ran out of grain, so I wrote this lovely little poem for my husband.