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The Great Beer Can War
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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In Michigan, they now have a 10 cent deposit on beer and soda cans and bottles, but years ago when I was a youngster and in the early years of my marriage there was no deposit. So, rather than return them, or throw them in the trash, we found other uses for them.

*THE GREAT BEER CAN WAR* Many years ago, in the early years of our marriage, my wife and I became involved in a beer can war miscarriage. Though there wasn’t really a wager, with some friends we had a contest. We began saving all the pull tabs from the beer we liked the best. The object, as I recall, was to turn the tabs into a chain. Whoever’s chain was longest would be the winner of the game. Now, the chain was all that mattered, we didn’t need the can. It was long before there was a deposit, so we didn’t really give a damn. The cans we just bagged up, though I don’t recall the reason, but the chains we kept on making throughout the golfing season. It was our own little game, just a way of keeping count, but as the season progressed the bags began to mount. Our friends often came to visit and one night we were playing cards, when suddenly there was a loud clatter coming from our front yard. Running through the house we got there only to see a rainbow of beer cans where my grass once used to be. Out the door we ran, letting out a scream. Our friends, my wife and I had now become a team. I don’t know how it started, but a friendly war had been declared. Our yard was filled with beer cans, but the reason was never shared. We saw them pull away, we knew where they’d be going and when it came to empty beer cans we could make quite a showing. So, we gathered those from the yard and added many dozens more, our “enemy” was about to see all the “hell” we had in store. Back and forth it went, from their yard then to mine, more cans seemingly added each and every time. I don’t know how it started. I don’t remember the end, but I’m pretty sure it was all instigated, by that guy we called our friend. © Copyright 2011 Richard Lee King Author of: A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

Gee think how much money they'd be worth now. Patrick

Reviewed by pat medlin

Reviewed on February 7, 2011

fun fun fun....

Reviewed by Donna Chandler

Your talent for rhyme continues to grow, as can be seen in this tale of Past Fun. The Old Days were filled with good clean fun or maybe we were just more easily amused 'way back then'.

Donna

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Those piles of cans could make a tidy sum at the recycling center, I should think...e

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Quite an interesting war.

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 6, 2011

hmmmm, kinda like a bubble gum wrapper fiasco i heard of.~ Morgan

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Very cute indeed ..Hugssss

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Absolutely fun and nourishing nostalgia!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by John Flanagan