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Fish and Chips, a paean with peas

By poetry editor Godfrey Hardcore

Posted April 22, 2013
fish and chips from graveley's in harrogate
The poet's muse: Some fish and chips yesterday. © Ignatius Rake

Godfrey's been at the chips again...






Fish and chips
By Godfrey Hardcore


Fish and chips.

They taste so good.

Fish and chips.

Forks of wood.

Fish and chips.

With mushy peas.

Fish and chips.

F--k, yes, please!


Lots of vinegar, thanks.






Cheers, Godfrey.

Don't give up the day job, eh?


See also Boxes, posted 11/2/13.


If you think you can do better than that (and let's face it, you probably can), send us a poem or limerick by email or something and we'll run whatever ones we can be arsed to. Possibly. Only original content, mind. No ripping off Byron, OK? You won't get any wedge but if we post up your efforts you'll automatically become a published poet, which will no doubt impress the f--k out of your mates down the coal mine.



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