How do I loathe the IPA? Let me count the ways. With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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How do I loathe the IPA? Let me count the ways.

I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling you in sight.

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace,

I know you never understand.

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light, but you the gloom.

I loathe thee freely, as your people strive for The Right;

I loathe thee purely, as Tim Dunlop mans The Drum.

I loathe thee with a passion put to use

Remembering old equalities, and with a community’s faith.

I loathe thee with a loathing I can’t lose

Amid your warped ideal, --- I loathe thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,

I shall but loathe thee better after death.

With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.