A Spoonerpoem on Dark Beer

A doe in the wood,
Gets into your camp,
Drinks up all your dark beer.

She can forget what she is,
Act like a dog,
And become a slobbery bark deer.

Then, the reeling deer,
The one that drank beer,
Might stumble and lurch and fall down.

Near a pond or a river,
On a bank, feeling drear,
While you pack up and head for town.