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FISH CHIPS AND MUSHY PEAS
It’s a great gastronomic concept
It’s a wonderful work of art
It tantalises the taste buds
It challenges the heart
It’s a staple for the family
Always guaranteed to please
It’s what meal times are all about
It’s fish chips and mushy peas
A batter of flour and water
Envelopes that haddock or cod
And seals in the flavour of oceans
To produce the food of the gods
The finest Maris Piper potatoes
In the chip world are the bee’s knees
With steeped green marrowfat babies
Perfect fish chips and mushy peas
Don’t mess with this battered beast
No ponsy triple cooked fries
Leave those peas like they were intended
No unwanted culinary surprise
It’s an essential on a winter’s day
Or alfresco in a summer breeze
Whether on a plate or in newspaper
It’s fish chips and mushy peas
Why would it cross your mind to eat
Caviar, truffles or beef cheeks
Hold back those plates of indulgence
For the sybaritic freaks
The world’s greatest sport stars and athletes
Don’t live on Indian and Chinese
They need calories to bring them stamina
Which comes from fish chips and peas
It’s a delicious deep-fried delicacy
An epicurean delight
We want none of your nouvelle cuisine
It’s a proper chippy tea tonight
It’s one of the major facts of life
As important as birds and the bees
You’ll find improvement in your love making
After fish chips and mushy peas
It’s all the sustenance needed
The food of the gods without doubt
All the nourishment you could wish for
It’s the dinner to shout about
So, stick with the original fast food
No pizzas or burgers with cheese
You’ll only be in food heaven when dining
On fish chips and mushy peas
Happy ‘whatevers’ Day.
Any bloody others day.
Just a game
Just a trend
Another way to make you spend.
Make an effort
Make a show
Once a year to let them know.
Make them wanted
Make it real
Take them for some shitty meal.
Buy them flowers
Buy them chocs
Like birthdays but without new socks.
It’s not from you
It’s a farce
Just for once get off your arse.
Life is good
When you share
In that moment show you care.
But it’s commercial
It’s what’s expected now of course.
So happy Easter/
Or anytime we reconvene.
So thanks for life
And thanks for health
And thanks for thinking for yourself.
To show your love
Before you’re old
When you feel not when you’re told !
Happy ‘Clintons’ payday.
Innermost thoughts are suppressed,
Held fright too tight inside,
With no one will they be shared,
And left, bereft to decide.
And fester and grow they will,
With no outlet all contained,
And the mind can’t always cope alone,
So speak and share with those close,
Confide your deepest dark fears,
And in sight a light could emerge,
That will free to see through the tears.
Open up and take help as given,
There’s no weakness in showing fear,
A thought withheld can break man,
Throw down pride for life is more dear.
Let’s book a room somewhere cheap
Let’s talk about matters deep
Let’s go to bed but not to sleep
Let’s make promises we won’t keep.
Let’s plan for a future we won’t see
In our utopia you and me
Then ask each other to be set free
It’s how to go it’s how to be.
We’ll say we’ll set the world alight
Away from all that’s crass and trite
But soon enough we’ll just take flight
And steal away into the night
Lets pretend that we’re not lovers
Take no notice of the others
Know that we won’t be discovered
Live our lies beneath the covers.
Across the bay
Gazing across the vast bay,
Sun down at the close of day,
And the two of us flirted,
On a beach deserted,
As the tide just ebbs away.
And the feeling of peace is there,
And there’s stirrings of love in the air,
Whatever we do,
It’s just me and you,
For the rest I really don’t care.
And the mountains that rise o’er the sea,
In the distance majestically,
Stand bold and tall,
Looking down on us all,
And are solid as are you and me.
The ruthless crashing waves are breaking
A thousand photos for the taking
Stroll through clouds of salty mist
Embrace the taste of nature’s kiss
As winter tides thrash unforgiving
Churning with a lust for living
The ocean with its power on course
Relentless in its strength and force
Irrepressible rage is ever present
Ferocious, formidable, incessant.
To stand and watch to stop and stare
Will calmly drench the unaware
Scaring daring passing by
The chance to glance when tide is high
Dark and deep, fraught with danger
The wondrous spectacle of nature
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