It's half past six and I'm starving;
The money's on the side;
I don't want quiche or salad -
I fancy something fried.
Dad will go and get it;
It's tasty, salty, hot:
We don't have to cook it;
You can buy it from the shop.
Good old Dad's back home,
The vinegar smells just great:
We tear open the steaming parcel
And spread the contents on a plate.
Forget your Indian takeaways
Or Chinese with fancy dips;
On Fridays only this will do:
Yummy Fish 'n Chips.
Comments
Too bad...
about the Fish and Chips shops. I rather like some of the fish fries and potato fries that you call chips. Yes, for a real treat, some hot fish and fries that my mother used to make! I like catsup and tartar sauce for them, but occasionally like to go with just vinegar and salt. Nicely done. ~ Geezer.
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Language
Ta for comment. The "poem" is a piss-take. Fish 'n chips are repulsive. i love your word "catsup" and must look it up online. It sounds horrid.
Sorry...
that my comment wasn't the most comprehensive. I meant that I like fish n' chips and in a particular manner. Your poem brought me some enjoyment, and camaraderie which I presumed was the reason for the piece in the first place. However, now knowing that it was a "piss-take", I feel duped. Say lavee! I'm sure that you will find at least one of the recipes for "Catsup or Ketchup" to your taste, I am a big fan of it. Actually, "catsup" doesn't sound so horrid to me. Cats are very good when baked right. ~ Geezer.
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I did enjoy this, it was
I did enjoy this, it was great in terms of rhyme and near rhyme and I liked the rhythm. I also loved the way you used a common occurrence to write a poem. Well done, loved it. Ruby :)