The good old days,
well the bad old days actually
licensing laws prohibited sale of alcohol at arenas –
cricket, all day in the summer sun –
thirsty work on the embankment,
Patrons snuck a can or two in
beer amongst the thermos and sandwiches.
The stewards turned a Nelsonian eye
as long as not over the top
Entrepreneur : one who finds away,
to provide customers with what they want.
Amazing the amount he got in
difficult to conceive how he managed,
but he did.
One dollar per can of draft lager
cheap, but at least 100% profit.
The policeman asked if he was selling
I’m giving it away.”
The hot thirsty crowd growled ominously
“oh, in that case,” said the lone policeman, let me help you –
and proceeded to give cans to eager hands.