When I first tasted this sweet drink,
Here in the British Isles,
I had a chance to really think,
Then I was full of smiles...
I had another sip, of course,
Confirming what I thought...
As if, somehow, I should enforce,
The thrill in what I'd bought...
I told my Mum, I told my Dad...
And they drank some as well...
And all at once, they, too, were glad
And thought the drink was swell...
So every now and then we buy
This nice treat to enjoy...
And maybe... if you also try...
Like us, you'll say, 'Oh, boy! '
Denis Martindale July 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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