An Ode to Oktoberfest (Free Verse)

You, Oktoberfest, are without compare, Overpriced everything, and especially the beer. Drunken Debauchery, in December we do detox, Fill up on roast pork, dumplings, or a slice from an ox. Fill up my glass, sir, ten euros is very dear. . With girls scantily clad, call it tradition I might add, After a liter or… Read More An Ode to Oktoberfest (Free Verse)