Better Drinking

Last year, someone on the original Sharpening Iron forum posted a somewhat strange story (link here) about a Russian truck carrying beer that sunk into a river. In honor of that adventure, I whipped up the following poem. A blast from the past, enjoy!!

While crossing the frozen river Irtysh
The weather was warmer than driver had wished
And sunk a big truck, laden with beer
Oh, the anguish and sorrow, mingled with fear

Driver and partner made it out just in time
Shaken, but cold, scared, but alive
But, alas! the beer, sank down the cold edge
Of a frozen, impenetrable, liquefied fridge

But the boys of the Army, Russian by name
Showed up for a rescue, ready for fame
16 brave lads, divers and crew
And a old faithful tank, a T-72

The bottles and kegs they saved in a flash
But the poor truck was lost, a write-off of cash
The Rosar Brewery took their beer back
And will sell at a discount, demand with no lack

So next time you're toasting, remember the few
Who braved the cold river to save a malt brew
The brave Russian boys of a rescue-type crew
And their old faithful, Soviet T-72