Requiem to Woolworths 

by Mel, Sanjay, and Steve, New Year's Eve

It's true to some you're known as Woolies,

 And you give to me the warm and fuzzies.

No time to pick and mix your fate;

 For future kids it's now to late -

If this be paris, they'd demonstrate

 To remonstrate your curt demise;

To Turk's delight you're the sultanate,

 Cheerfully cheap we all surmise.

O Architecture of my youth

 To whom I lost many a tooth,

For plastic toys you are divine;

 You would've survived if you sold wine!