Better than Sunmade

The sun came raiding,
sweating for bliss and blister,
sweltering even under shade.
Rain fell hard and flaying down,
steaming brisk and stoking,
like the Amazon poking,
melting my milk and marrow!
Before I'm de-manned,
what I demand, for cold and frisky,
is a sarsen tub, marbly made,
its hollow filled with hoary frost
under billows of stout
where the beerbarrows wave
frosted on the swell

There I'll come, foam-riding,
I'll stoutly ripple.
Inside I'll slip,
and slake,
and tipple

~NpH