I remember our old chippy <br />Coal fired pans of stainless steel <br />I remember how the owners son <br />Would shovel tatty peel <br /> <br />I remember Thursday dinners <br />Fetching dad his fish and six <br />I remember watching fryers <br />Dip their cod in batter mix <br /> <br />I remember how it sizzled <br />As they dropped it in the fat <br />I remember that they always wore <br />A grubby white peaked cap <br /> <br />I remember lots of water <br />And the sound of running taps <br />I remember always asking them <br />To put on loads of scraps <br /> <br />I remember they were very hot <br />Rushed home then without fail <br />I remember dad enjoyed this dish <br />Then off to British Rail <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles & Rhymes<br /><br />David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-our-chippy/
