Upper Crust, the saviour when
the train door closes on your drunken face,
another half an hour
waiting in the dark and rain
Saviour when you really shouldn’t be outside
or by yourself
The feeding hand that will ease your hangover
the supplier of stodge that
makes the next day little bit prettier.
Upper Crust, we (the insolent idiots who always miss the point where one more pint is a pint too much)
U in the A to Z challenge.