As babies we all like the same tipple.
We hit the bottle morning, noon and night,
While some hit on Ma’s left or right nipple.
We throw up in a sickly spray of white.
Fast forward five years: fizzy drink, sweet food.
Fanta Tango calling! Coke up your nose
Makes you sneeze! Shake it! When the top’s unscrewed
It’s like a fountain - see how high it goes!
Those teenage kicks go best with cheap cider
On the street corner: kissing, throwing stones.
Then soon enough they let us inside a
Pub, bar or club, all talking on our phones.
As we get older, it’s coffee, then tea,
Till finally we’re no longer thirsty!
A people’s history of drink!
Wed 10 Jan 2007
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