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Food Poetry

Meat pie

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

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Eating Food Pleasures Poetry

Quite a caper!

fishnchips

Caper

Harry Ramsdens, Old Trafford, Manchester

one saturday afternoon in May

mum and dad are down at little sisters – so here i am

eating a plate of cod and chips in the sunlight of a Manchester Summer

Haddock cant beat this combination

over the fish the tartar sauce goes

my tastebuds going wild for the tang

expectations going haywire

Hey – there was something there – unexpected

out of that lemony zing – a salty blast

maybe its being by the canalside – but then

even the restaurant cat knows – chef has added capers to his sauce