Ode to Lucozade by Richard Trotter Lucozade, quietly born in '27 to a genius Newcastle chemist comforting the sick for 80 years, you orange potion of power. Bubbly goodness, the thrill of getting two for a pound fondly frunk when ill, blanketed in glucose wonder. Lucosade, like a beautiful woman who took too many drugs, beauty fading, you go flat quite soon after opening. 12/08/2006 Posted on 12/08/2006 Copyright © 2026 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/08/06 at 01:03 PM Ah Lucozade... sweet memories of when I knew my Mam believed I was ill! Thank you Richard you transported me back to the 70's :) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)