It’s going to be 2025,
I’m going to be 65,
Where is Moon Base Alpha?
Where’s my replecator?
Where is my flying Ford?
Where are all the robots?

Instead we have chat bots,
Scam calls from India,
And Skins so thin! ,
More genders than grains of sand,
Too many acronyms to understand.

But some things stay the same,
Scottish weather,
The purple Heather,
Black pudding and Haggis,
Single Malt; preferably Jura, 
Which I will imbibe.

Happy New Year!! 🥃