Ode to Lucozade by Richard TrotterLucozade, quietly born in '27
to a genius Newcastle chemist
comforting the sick for 80 years,
you orange potion of power.
Bubbly goodness, the thrill
of getting two for a pound
fondly frunk when ill,
blanketed in glucose wonder.
Lucosade, like a beautiful woman
who took too many drugs,
beauty fading, you go flat
quite soon after opening. 12/08/2006 Posted on 12/08/2006 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/08/06 at 01:03 PM Ah Lucozade... sweet memories of when I knew my Mam believed I was ill! Thank you Richard you transported me back to the 70's :) |
Posted by Shirin Swift on 12/08/06 at 02:03 PM Something different, quietly satirical, I esp love the last stanza! |
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