It was the sound that the cork used to make that made the bottle of pop, pop, nowadays they’ll call it all kinds of things, portray it as an elixir that brings you happiness.
I wonder what happened to the pop because all we get now is a fizz and to me, that’s feels like a bit of a swizz and a swizz is what it is.
they’d need bigger ones today
too many people with too much to say,
Uncle Joe’s mint balls to them.
if things keep going the way that things are going
we’d do well to stockpile our memories.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.