Happy Poeku Tuesday

It’s only Tuesdays that means two more days
Until we can hit up beer buffet.
I hear Aces and Eights is open once more.
Now I’m looking forward to Thursday even more.
It holds a special place in my heart.
If I had to explain why I wouldn’t know where to start.
I love their prices. So cheap they are.
When I have to stumble to the subway I don’t have to go far.
The bar staff is really the best.
They serve up those pitchers with the ultimate finesse.
Their bud light tastes delicious and is sooo so fine.
I can spot out Aces in the NY skyline.
When they closed it was a social disaster.
I wish they had opened up their doors faster.
Aces and Eights holds great memories of seasons past.
Some of them I remember. Others have passed.
So this Thursday is like a homecoming game.
And in this poem my love I proclaim.
This week my team will drink more than enough.
For Amy Whinehouse and the Hoff.
This week beer and sweat we will ooze.
Because Win or Lose, We Still Booze.