1/5/08 Beer in my Fridge

Yesterday I became concerned
about the ratio of beer to
other things in my fridge.
It appeared to be about 1:1,
which, for the record, is not the ratio
at which I consume beer vs. other things.
Usually.

My metaphor bank is low for beer,
only naughty comparisons come to mind for
that most phallic of all beverage containers.
Why are those bottles so phallic?
Is it for the ladies?
Or is it for the men?

Anyway, there they all sit,
chilling, if you will,
my army of little glass soldiers waiting
for someone to feel the need for refreshment
and break their ranks, while all the time
my apples don't have a prayer, and
my bread waits in the bright recesses
for it's big chance.