Poems are made by fools I fear, only Schlitz can make a beer....
When I was a teenager, my father drank Schlitz beer. I couldn’t stand the taste of it, so he knew I would never try to sneak one from the fridge.
Ah, Schlitz, a pretty good beer at one time. By the late 60s the longtime brewmaster had retired and it slowly went down hill as management took various shortcuts to reduce costs. By the mid-70s it was just more American horse swill.