I asked GPT-4 to take this ode and make it rhyme better, and to make it more clever and beautiful:
A sonnet to the effervescent ale,
The potion crisp, sincere, and hale,
A quaff that's chilled and full of light,
The ambrosia for a summer's twilight.
With every draught, a surge of hop,
A zestful taste that will not stop,
The subtle fizz, the amber glow,
A panoply of notes that flow.
In festive throngs or solitaire,
A bracing brew brings comfort there,
It's known and soothing, mending, clear,
A balm for hearts, a joy austere.
So let's extol the sudsy cheer,
The stout or porter, far or near,
For in each varied draft or blend,
A lively beer shall ever mend.
