I Remember When Eggs Took Only Three Minutes To Boil,
Then After This Time, You Had Completed Your Toil.
We Never Needed To Roast Chickens In Bright Silver Foil.
We Dug Spuds From Our Gardens, From Deep-Rich, Black Soil.
Tea Was Made In A China Pot; None Of Your Fancy Added Flavour,
Seeping Through Man-Made Perforations To Savour.
Instant Coffee And Instant That, What A Bloody Palaver
Buggering Up Our Food… Is The Wrong Behavour.
Deep In Your Clotted-Cream, Consumer Dreams,
Taste Buds Are Tempted By Their Advertising Schemes.
So Give Me Back The Old Days, Better By Far
Desist From Eating That Modern, Fancy-Packaged Tar…
Ready In A Minute, From A Tin, A Poisonous-Shaped Jar