Pork Pies - a Poem For Paul Callus
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We were going to visit Malta so Paul and I hatched a little plan
I’d bring pork pies over (his grand daughter Valentina is a fan)
Paul would meet us at the airport with his family
Valentina would be able to have pork pie for her tea!
I packed the pork pies in a cold pack and placed them in my bag
The airport security scanner didn’t mind about my savoury swag
I wanted to hand the pies over so they were in their prime
Unfortunately our plane was delayed for quite a long time
This meant we’d miss meeting Sheila. Kirsty and Valentina
Valentina had a ballet lesson to attend - she’s a gifted ballerina!
So Paul met us at the airport and we handed him the pies
I wish Valentina had been there to get this cool surprise!
We exchanged gifts for everyone and I was delighted to see
Yummy Snickers bars and a lemon cake to go with a cup of tea
*A pork pie is a traditional British cold meat pie. It consists of roughly chopped pork and pork jelly sealed in a hot water crust pastry. It is normally eaten as a snack. When I was growing up I had a Saturday job at a shop called 'Pork Farms' and they were famous for their pork pies ... I got so sick of the sight and smell of them I never eat them now!
11~06~16
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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