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.5. Our Chippy


I remember our old chippy
Coal fired pans of stainless steel
I remember how the owners son
Would shovel tatty peel

I remember Thursday dinners
Fetching dad his fish and six
I remember watching fryers
Dip their cod in batter mix

I remember how it sizzled
As they dropped it in the fat
I remember that they always wore
A grubby white peaked cap

I remember lots of water
And the sound of running taps
I remember always asking them
To put on loads of scraps

I remember they were very hot
Rushed home then without fail
I remember dad enjoyed this dish
Then off to British Rail

© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Saturday, September 13, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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