Bobster Blog

O Headache, thou art a silent warrior, with a crown of thorny rose, That tightens with an iron grip, from my temples to my nose. Thy subject...

Oh, noble pint of golden brew, resplendent in your glass, A symphony of barley, hops, and water finely cast. Your amber glow, it beckons...

Beauty, I bask in your radiant glow, As you guide me through life’s ebb and flow. A sonnet, a sculpture, a dance, a tree, Every place ...