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toast

we'd not many luxuries in life
the one I remember most
was sitting by the fire
turning bread into toast
not the homogenised
standardised loaf of today
but Granny Barker's bread
made the old fashioned way
each slice slathered with butter
which I may have seen turned
bobbing and thickening
as Mrs Bulson churned
nice salty country butter
running from the heat
and to top it off
my very special treat  
gobs of brown sauce
to make the taste divine
not to everybody's fancy
but very much to mine
lots of love but no money
lots of warm sensible care
hordes of toast and brown sauce
mam and dad always there
the  wife says I'm just a peasant
and I must say that I agree
as I eat my special treat
somewhere where she can't see




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toast