We wander into the Grand'Place
To find white tents have sprouted there
The BeerFest means to cut a dash
Costumed "Mine Hosts" spread good cheer.
This annual happening lures most guys
To sample some exotic brews
Each has its special glass and size
A wealth of flavours bans the blues!
Some names, like Belgium, are surreal
Delirium Tremens, Mort Subite
(Is this how you're meant to feel?)
If you like cherries, try some Kriek.
No money changes hands this time
Tokens must be bought and sold
It's far too cold here to make wine
But we lead the world in liquid gold!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Popular event - held in the Grand'Place at
the beginning of September every year.