I love the way that words can fool
I never hang this pitcher on my wall
This masterpiece stands on a table
It's contents makes me unstable
It's two foot long and one foot wide
It holds beers and bitters, like London Pride
It's brown colour is sometimes sandy
It hates to be filled with a shandy
Once drunk it can give you special powers
Which can last for hours and hours
The perfect pitcher is pure beauty
That is until it is empty
The perfect pitcher is the perfect pic
That is until it makes you sick!
