village verse
Simple Tastes
I'm searching my supermarket
Though I know it's a waste,
Looking for pickled onions with
That special home made taste;
Like those that granny barker made
Firm and plump, white and nice
Floating in their vinegar with
Small gherkin and pickling spice.
Granny Barker had a talent
For pickling then just right.
I can still recall the tang
Of that first bite
When the jar was freshly opened
And declared just ready to eat,
Labelled with Granny's copperplate
Thin and spidery but black and neat.
Brother Barry told me, and he's
Never been known to lie,
They tasted even better with
Granny's sparrow pie..
Thank the lord that's one of her treats
I don't ever recall being offered to eat!
Though I know it's a waste,
Looking for pickled onions with
That special home made taste;
Like those that granny barker made
Firm and plump, white and nice
Floating in their vinegar with
Small gherkin and pickling spice.
Granny Barker had a talent
For pickling then just right.
I can still recall the tang
Of that first bite
When the jar was freshly opened
And declared just ready to eat,
Labelled with Granny's copperplate
Thin and spidery but black and neat.
Brother Barry told me, and he's
Never been known to lie,
They tasted even better with
Granny's sparrow pie..
Thank the lord that's one of her treats
I don't ever recall being offered to eat!
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Simple Tastes
Simple Tastes
