In the good old days
A man took a big block of ice,
Shaved shards into a glass,
Poured cordial
Your favourite flavour
On top.
And the strawberry cordial was made of strawberry
And the orange was made of orange.
In the good old days
There was a riddle,
A man hanging
Above a puddle,
But today no one
Has seen a block of ice
Large enough
For a man
To kill himself
Slowly,
Whimsically,
Using one of the makings
Of an innocent treat.
This hasty,
Throwaway generation
Leaves only an overturned,
Kicked away,
Flatpack
Chair.
And the strawberry cordial was made of strawberry
And the orange was made of orange.
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