He knew all there was to know
About the frying game
Haddock, cod, skate and ling
All treated just the same.
A deft flick of the wrist to draw
Each piece through the batter
Then the basket lowered into
The hot oil’s spit and splatter.
A basket full chips
Placed alongside
For food of the gods
Quickly deep fried.
Well wrapped in clean paper
When the order was complete
Or the wrapping left open
To be eaten on the street.
Salt pepper vinegar
To add to the flavour
Giving a hot meal for
Any person to savour.
Sits well on top of pints
Calms a stomach down
Known to all and sundry as
The best chippie in town.
The third generation
Carrying on from his dad
A point he emphasised
When he ran his local ad.
Proudly above his shop was
Displayed his family name
And they knew all there was
To know about the frying game.
Categories:
chippie, food, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Six decades ago
the landscape of
my Little Nassau
had
places like
The Silver Slipper
The Blue Note
The Banana Boat
The Conch Shell
The Zanzibar
The Cat and Fiddle
and The Drumbeat Club
with activities like
Fire dancing
limbo dancing
steel bands
big bands
and Goombay drums
Interesting people like
Sweet Richard
Blind Blake Higgs
George Symonette
Freddie Munnings
Eloise Lewis
Paul Meeres
Chippie Chipman
and Peanuts Taylor
and songs like
Island Woman
Bahama Lullaby
Chi Chi Merengue
Goombay Papa
Guma In Exuma
Island In The Sun
and Conch Ain't Got No Bone
ignited into the atmosphere
Categories:
chippie, culture, fun, history,
Form: List
Have pity on the Scott’s ruled
By the Brexit voting sassenach
Who don’t seem to understand
We too want out country back.
Arbroath Smokies for breakfast
Porridge seasoned with salt
Kedgeree, Haggis, neaps and tastes
With wee drams of single Malt.
Pints of Heavy Friday nights
The working weeks end
Words of wisdom swapped
With true and blethered friend.
Fish and taties frae the chippie,
Deep fried Mars Bar to follow
Just to round off the night
A sweet delight to swallow.
Then the planning to drive
The Sassenachs from our soil,
Take back all our fish and
What’s left of North Sea oil.
Home Rule For Scotland
Restore our law and Order
Keep those thieving Brits
To their side of the border.
We'll gladly offer asylum
To those few of sound mind
Who want to up sticks and leave
Those heathen Tories far behind.
Let them keep their wee King
They’re always asking God to save
We’ll have the massed pipe bands
Loudly playing Scotland the Brave
Goodbye United Kingdom
Land of thieving Tory
Living on faded memories
Of Passed hope and glory.
Scotland the Brave
Scotland the free
Goodbye puny England
We’re all so well shot of thee
Categories:
chippie, farewell, independence day, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
No greasy treats from chippie van;
I have my starch now au, gratin
with blasted, deconstructed bass,
petits pois, served; in Demi tasse.
No pint of best down at the pub
I drink with chums now at the club;
Prosecco, or a Chardonay
depending on the time of day.
No picking up the kids from school;
done by Au pair now; as a rule;
she turns up in our four by four
dressed top to toe in old Dior
No visits to the Home Depot
I have ten craftsmen now in tow;
who add things at my beck and call
to my enormous stately hall.
No need to visit family;
They all now want to come see me,
drink all my wine, then use the pool;
methinks they take me for some fool!
There's nothing left that I can buy;
so why, you ask, that big old sigh?
I have new friends, but here's the rub;
I miss my mates down at the pub.
Yes, being rich is such a bore!
Categories:
chippie, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Of course, they did!
Did they go, or did they stay?
Fly a rocket all that way,
To the moon and take a walk,
Or was it lies and lots of talk?
Did they ever leave the ground?
Or stay on earth and walk around.
Was it just a picture show?
Did they stay, or did the go?
Why did they not die and melt?
Flying through Van Allen’s belt.
Did they send up Buzz and Neil?
Was it false or was it real?
Elvis still works down our chippie,
Ice is warm and never slippy,
They never flew at Kitty Hawk,
So, on the moon did Armstrong walk?
One plus one still equals five,
Marilyn is still alive,
Conspirator’s they tell us so,
To the moon did man once go?
Categories:
chippie, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Should I go to McDonalds a Big Mac for tea.
Or should I have salad and be oh so healthy.
Is that a Burger king across the road I see.
Then there's always a chippie tea, I'm so unhealthy .
And so I started jogging to the takeaway
and checking food labels to see what they would do to me.
I even had my lunch one day from Subway.
This living healthy tough , I'm sure you agree.
Should I be a saint or a sinner you decide.
Make a comment and its healthy
leave it blank and I will backslide.
and with 30,000 poetry soup members , I'm having pizza for me tea.
comp entry 2610
Categories:
chippie, fun,
Form: Free verse