In the year 1366, Stella

Was first brewed in Leuven, Flanders, Belgium

In Britain it has been called ‘wife-beater’

A favourite tipple of violent chav scum

I sometimes buy it when the weekend comes

And drink it like a moron, getting pissed

Well, that’s what it’s for when all’s said and done

Especially when you know you won’t be kissed

Stella Artois comes high up in the list

Of famous beers exported all over

For centuries the horses pulled the drums

Along the rutted dusty tracks, through mist

And mud, the taverns full of fine fellas

Paying for troubles to be overcome

I know no-one's around right now, they're all out, doing things, but this sonnet is to commemorate Stella Artois, the Belgian beer - which incidentally is neither 'posh' (remember the ads, 'reassuringly expensive'?) nor the most popular lager in Belgium itself, but it hads always done well on the export market.