My Mother’s Kitchen
I’m in my mother’s kitchen
It’s a Monday afternoon
The oven’s heated up the air
The buns will be out soon
Everywhere there’s an aroma
Of cinnamon and spice
An apple pie sits on the table
I’m waiting for a slice
A black-leaded coal fire
Does it’s best to dominate
The heat and the smells
That the baking permeates
An old fridge hums...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 2:50 pm
The French are really rather rude
When talking about British food.
They cannot help but be quite mean
When it comes to tasting our cuisine.
They mock our beef with roasted spuds,
Our gravy soaking Yorkshire puds:
Swear vinegar on fish and chips
Would never make it past their lips
They claim the British high cream tea
Can’t match French haute pattiserie
Saturday 25th August 2018 9:17 am
Our friend, Bob The Bun,
just loved to have fun
and exciting adventures galore,
he’d laugh all day
and jump and play
and roll around on the floor.
Its a very rare sight
to see a bun take flight
but one day he went flying so high,
he held onto a kite
by the tail, so he might
get to see the world from the sky.
Now, whilst he was high,
something low ca...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 9:07 pm