Three Cheers

NaPoWriMo 2023, Day 23

Today’s prompt, a struggle, I think. How to, by numbers link, the lines devised inside my mind, to them connect in reason and rhyme, a place of mine, now lost in time.
Happy birthday William me owd lad.

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1960’s
Clink, clink here comes the drink,
White bottles sit in crates,
And Mrs Thatcher waits.

1970’s
Slip, slop goes the bottled pop,
Avoid the gaze of the driver man,
As we lift fizzy gifts from the back of his van.

1980’s
Here for the beer, I order without fear,
Smoke-stained curtains, carpets and ceilings,
Toilet bouquet leaves me reeling!

1990’s
Breast is best; I get no rest.
In testing nights throughout the week,
You pumped, I hold, she drinks, you sleep.

2000’s
Tea for me nurse, if you please,
No sugar thanks. What do I need?
Maybe a pee-pot for when I wee?

2010’s
Sup up the steam from the Bovril cup,
Sat in the cold, dark football stand,
Seats now empty, no hand in hand.

2020’s
Wined and dined, alone, though Covid times.
Two bottles, one glass, then three tiny flasks,
Three cheers to no more wearing masks.

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