In Memoriam

04/01/2022

A plastic bag drifts through the wind,

Whirling round and round,

Empty cans of Prazky,

Scattered on the ground.

We never told you how much you meant,

We never got that deep,

You didn't taste that great infairness,

But you were really really cheap.

Our wallets will miss you dearly,

Our hearts will miss you more,

A can of Druids used to cost 68 cent,

Now it's €1.74.

Devil's Bit was an angel in disguise,

A cider so enticing,

The real demon has yet to be revealed,

Minimum unit pricing.

Good times were had with Galahad,

Karpackie and Karlskrone too,

Now we're stuck with Carlsberg and Bulmers,

A poor man's Rosie's Dew.

If heaven had an off-licence,

Where cheap beer and chewing gums were sold,

I would walk right in with a plastic bag,

And buy a six pack of Dutch Gold.