My Mum's New Cooker
Poem by Ann Pass
It's only secondhand, she said
but it is what I need
It's got four burners on it
now I can have a proper feed.
Me other's only got three, she said
I've had enough of that
be the time I've shifted me pans around
I could have eaten me hat.
The carrots had to be move for the peas
while potatoes and gravy were on the others
When we went down for Sunday dinner
It was chaos at me mother's
The grill's an high one
no change in that at all
I bet mum hoped for a change though
cos she's only 4' 11" tall.
But she'll find a way
she always does in the end.
This poem's abour mum's new cooker
or, in a way, mum's new friend.
She had one of the knobs missing,
but we've found her one to put on
and if it is that one drops off
we've even found an extra one!
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