I’m sitting in the park here eating fish ‘n’ chips
Serenaded by choral sounds
Sweetening each, and every morse, as
Drop by drop and down and down flows the liquid to each beat.
Memories of long ago we as tots with eager sit
With excitement, mouths salivating, as each and singular aroma flowed.
“Fish and chips twice” came bellowing o’er the sounds
Fryers (and their shakers), and the clattering of the pans –
Crescending down came clash, and crackles
as each new plate was served.
“What will be your sweet fancy, today dear lads ‘n’ lassies?” was heard,
voiced came our replies “bangers ‘n’ chips four please, Uncle Jim”
Voiced in perfect unison, came our swift reply.
“And you my dearest lady – beauty and serene, what shall be your sweet palate … ?”
But before our mum had chance to answer four loud giggles went Uncle Jim’s way.
“Fish and chips please Jim sir” , purposely went out came her reply
for back when we were all younger did
our much-loved mother have
the bestest EVER perfect sense of humour –
But not before her blushed pinked cheeks
and sea-blue crystal sparkled eyes –
(c) Sharon-Elizabeth Walker 2017