When we were boys, the bags of crisps were small:
A special treat outside the gates at school.
Now packets, verging close on supersize,
Reverberate with healthy-eating lies;
So two-ton men scoop them up in bunches,
Believing they will substitute for lunches.
I well remember a time when things like crisps and bottles of lemonade were treats!
A powerful comment on the reliance on junk food.
Thanks to John B, John C and KJ for the spicy comments. This was a bit of a break for me from the recent serious stuff. I can't disagree about Wagon Wheels.
Many thanks to Clare, Moonlight and Holden for the likes.
I can remember eating the little blue salt bag when I was small.
Wagon wheels were definitely bigger back then.
Yes, Stephen. I’ve noticed that everything seems to shrink as I’ve got older.
Spot on, Stephen. I am living proof that what you write is true!
I still think Wagon Wheels were bigger back then.
Fine poem. Powerful and succinct! 😀
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Stephen Gospage
Wed 9th Feb 2022 20:58
Thank you very much, Brenda. It's the way these huge bags seem to proliferate in shops, service stations etc, as though they had a life of their own.
Thanks also to Julie and New Shoes for the likes.