Don't fight it, Spite It!
On two wooden peg legs Pirate Pigeon click-clacks through the gutters of the loop.
In his rucksack: a jar of peanut butter and a treasure map.
'X' marks the spot.
If he only knew how to read.
He takes his perch upon the Tribune Tower, beside the gargoyles.
He flutters off, headed north this time, towards the brewery.
Take cover, he's armed with peanut butter bombs.
He might be after more than just our tanks!
Brown Porter
ABV:
8.20%
Spiteful Brewing
Chicago, Illinois