The Legend of the Cast Iron Guts

This story is one of great rapport About a boy and a pasty long told evermore And an auntie who really couldn’t cook Who made a pasty right out of a cook book But alas the recipe wasn’t all it seemed As it was shared around as the China gleamed It didn’t take long for their bowels to work As toilet bowls were painted by the family screaming, “It hurts” The days lengthen whilst the suffering went on From their tops and bottoms in a sickly song But not for one of the favoured sons With no stomach ache occurring his laughter so long Winning the title of “Cast iron Guts” with digestion so strong And the legend still lives as it remains in folk lore forever along. © Paul Warren Poetry