Gentle summer breeze
Your friend puked, he can't stay here
Dollar PBRs
 — Mark McDonald

12 the night before
Good times good times good times yeah
Poopies in the morn
 — M.M.

Dollar PBR!
I can afford to drink more!
Regurgitation.
 — Jon Stallard

Watery lager
The Preferred Beer of Richmond
I'll take twenty please
 — Graham Rosner

PBR tall boy
Cathedral of adequate
Tolerable temple
 — G.R.

Clash of the titans
A battle to remember
Milwaukee's Best lost
 — G.R.

You cling to the past
A century-old ribbon
Good old days are gone
 — G.R.

It's the perfect choice
For when a Miller High Life
Is just too fancy
 — Larin Brink

The PBR can:
Cuz nothing else can quite say
“I belong” better
 — L.B.

Ask for an Amstel
At Empire or Sticky;
Instant music stop!
 — L.B.

Wait. So this beer is
actually sold elsewhere?
Want my money back.
 — L.B.

Why drink Natty Light
When you're not at U of R?
Respect your city.
 — Anthony Gillison

PBR's OK
But I travel far and wide
To get my Schlitz fix
 — Jeff Sadler

And here, a haiku epic (we think) in which the writer bows to the gods in the can:

Frosty cheap bliss cans
Bring the late night full circle
Nursed to my feet

The Peebs cold in hand
Lit fire in her hip swing
Wet rings on the fence

We tried silly dances
With our tiny sweaty friends
We let them all go

Can't move dumb ankle
Sit, sip, stand, shuffle, slip, kiss
Both wear blue ribbons
 — Eric Hill