Alcopops  and Pringles


Grip tight the can ,  hook  finger into ring;
lift up the metal tab with wristy swing;
pull firmly back towards  your panting breast;
anticipate the pleasures this will bring .

Hold up the vessel as a dedicated priest;
hear the slight hiss as gases are released;
savour this sacred moment above the rest
knowing how soon your thirst will be decreased .

Gently, ah gently! bring it to your lips;
suck softly, but with frequent flavoured sips;
live in the moment, in alcoholic quest,   
forget what the sugar's doing to your hips.

And there beside the frosted dripping can
contributing to your epicurean plan
stand  tubes of chips of salted  crisp delight  
to enhance the moment that you just began.

Feast on ! Who cares if rivulets begin
to dribble slowly down your dampened chin
while flecks of  chips pattern a speckled sight.
Enjoy your aleatory hours of sin!

We need  no more than Alcopops and Pringles
as body and soul fill with  delicious tingles.
It may be wicked, but our cares take flight
as flavour with flavour happily intermingles!