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.