Pop A Top
I have opened a lot of beer through the years,
So I may be an expert on opening that cheer,
This poem covers from 1958 until about 2010,
If I could go back once more, I’d do it again.
Pop A Top
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My first beer was in a tin can,
When I was a very young man,
To mash this can with your hand
Took a real tough macho man.
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To open the can on the very top,
Took a church key on the rim stop,
To punch a hole and hear that pop.
And an air hole before the first drop.
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Back then bottle caps were press fit.
The other end of a church key opened it.
Tough men popped them with their teeth,
Often damaging them from underneath.
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Those longnecks were cowboy style,
So we drank them for a long while.
As our cowboy was out running around
When we drank beer out on the town.
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Pull tabs were next on aluminum cans,
With sharp tabs found all over the land.
That killed fish and animals so they say,
So they were certainly not here to stay.
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Aluminum beer cans were easy to mash,
So even the girls could them easily smash,
Crushing them before they hit the trash.
Making a beer can mash a very easy task.
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Next came pop tops that stayed attached,
To the can as you pulled a round ring latch,
They were used for aluminum can top pops,
To eliminate those nasty pull tab loose tops.
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The bottles graduated to a twist top to open,
To replace those press fit caps in one motion.
So the church key is no longer needed at all,
They’re just antiques in the drawer in the hall.
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New plastic beer bottles are now being made,
And some bottles are aluminum in this new age.
Who knows what kind of containers will be next,
As technology is great just like very good sex.
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I noticed my verses got longer as I went along,
Perhaps it’s an indicator that It is so very wrong,
To write short verses when talking about beer,
And opening that good beer over the long years.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Pop A Top,
Bill