Beersplosion - A Poem In 14 Lines

I stopped by a friend's place and he offered me a beer.
I gladly accepted and drank some good cheer.
And then it was time for beer number two.
When I opened the bottle, I didn't know what to do.
For beer number two was the beer of doom.
It started to foam and mess up the room.
The beer kept foaming out and onto the floor,
It spilled on my shirt, and then spilled some more.
I could not figure why this beer wasn't nice.
But when I looked really close, I noticed the ice.
You see, beer number two contained a big frozen chunk,
Which caused the spillage and made me look like a punk.
So, the lesson for you, my friends, is quite clear:
Cold beverages are great, but don't freeze your beer.