.4. Greasy Joes Cafe Poem by David Threadgold

Greasy Joe’s cafe does breakfast
From six in the morning till late
Cooked in a deep lardy liquid
Slid straight from the pan to your plate

He buy’s all his eggs in bulk monthly
The bacon comes in a large stack
With sausages, baked beans and mushrooms
Tomatoes and puddings in black

His cooking utensils are basic
The black greasy pan was once red
From thousands of all day cooked breakfasts
Topped off with a lump of fried bread

Those red and white checked table covers
Unwiped spreading germs most unhealthy
Preserved by the thick lardy liquid
That has made greasy Joe rather wealthy


© 2008 David Threadgold
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