Ode To The Pie Poem by Bob Gibson

Have yer ever had a pork pie, made in the northeast
Ah! tell yer now bonny lad! yer missing a feast!
A Morrels pie from Hartlepool, fer that you'd have ter queue
Its made from flaky pastry, an half a pound of stew

Get yerself ter Stockton, to Newbolds bakery
Little pies and pickle onions with mustard thrown in fer free
Now Metcalfs! do a bacon pie, they also put in leeks
I like a bit of bacon that's come from a pigs bums cheeks

I went way up ter Scotland, i thought i' d do a test
But they stuff their pies with haggis an the pastry's not the best
Ave tried London's, ' Kate an Sidney ' an 'egg an ham' in Wales
The gravy was all runny, and the Welsh'es eggs were quales!

I like a thick pie casing with a hue of golden brown
With gelatin inside it, an pork pushing up its crown
Some mushy peas with golden chips an bottle of H.P sauce
A meal fit for a king i say, from the Northeast of course!