They lined up down the street
For a chance they got one
The kids on the grapevine
Whispering the news
The meat pies are in
The boys from baxendale
Made young men smile
As a waft of meat
Travelled from the chip shop
The meat pies were in
And wrapped up with chips
And a dash of chip shop vinegar
Young lads would follow their dads
Delivering Friday nights tea
The meat pies were in
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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