*You’ve tossed your bags, you’ve earned your beer,

But the next clue ain’t just hidin’ near.

It stands up proud in wood and flair—

A tower of stickers by the barstool glare.

The cowgirl’s watchin’ with a laser stare,

One green hand raised like she just don’t care.

And that koozie down low? Full of sass and foam—

Like it’s ready to judge your browser home.

Now don’t get shy or play all slick—

We ain’t givin’ out the next clue quick.

Take out your phone, show us some love,

On Insta, Yelp, or whatever you shove.

Once you post that hot review,

Say: “I spread the gospel of the brew.”

The bartender’ll wink, maybe shout “yee-haw,”

And hand you your clue like a stickered outlaw.

Last Ditch Brewpub