Got Beer?

Parodied from Shakespeare's Sonnet 135

Whoever hath a fridge, thou hast thy Beer
And Beer to taste, and Foam in overplus;
More than enough am I stirred to take thee still
To my lips, will thy smoothness pass.
Wilt thou, whose Beer is dark and warm,
Not once vouchsafe to shove thy can in thine fridge?
Shall thy Beer be quite gracious,
For my fridge is all but spacious.
The bitter, the sweet and threatening foam,
In abundance spilled my store;
So thou being drunk in Beer add to thy drunkness
That Beer of thou, that maketh my throat thirst for more.

Let no other convince thou with tears;

Think all but me and my fridge for thy Beer