pie ‘n’ chips

Poetry & Prose Poetry 1 Minute

Pie please.

Scotch pie. Pie ‘n’ chips.

Salt and vinegar, just the job,

wrapped in the news,

it cost two bob.

On frosty nights there’s

nothin’ better,

pie and chips and

bein’ the ‘gether.

goan doon Kirk Loan and

roon’ the bend,

clutched tae my heart

like ma best friend.

Ah fund a bench,

and there ah stopped

spread the feast across ma knees.

wished ah’d remembered

tae ask fer peas.

And now ma frozen fingers pick,

first the crust

and then a chip

burnin’ haunds and

scalded tongue,

salt n’ grease upon my lip.

Hot and steamin’

now the meat,

pastry-crusted what a treat.

A chip fer you

and twa fer me.

lick yer fingers,

gies a kiss

ah love ye doll

but widnae miss

ma Friday nights

wi’ pie and chips.

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  1. HI Marian, when I first read your Pie n Chips I thought it was something that you just ‘borrowed’ from another site. But it’s not – it’s yours! Brilliant. You should do Scots more often – you’re a natural and it brings out the whimsical side. Loved it. I’ll nosey about your site now. See you next week. Jackie

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  2. Hi Peevers, Do you think in lieu of the weather – the night’s reading will be off? Not sure but its a bit of a trek to find out no-one’s turned up. I’m awa’ for a pie – see what you’ve started! Allychat x

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  3. Great site Marian, enjoying your randomness! I still haven’t posted anything in mine yet…but will soon. Am awa’ for a pie noo, yiv put me in the mood. See you Saturday, Allison x

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    1. Hi Alison, I’ll look out for your first posts. Thanks for the comment. It is really nice to hear from someone I know. Or indeedto get a comment from anyone! :)0

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  4. Thank you everyone for liking this wee poem about pie and chips. It really has to be read with a Scottish accent. It is from my memories of growing up in the early 1970s. Of frosty nights, first dates, and the joy of traditional pie or fish suppers eaten outside with your fingers. The sharp smell and taste of vinegar in the frosty air and perhaps the promise of a kiss. At 14 most of us would favour the chips over the kiss. The supper would be wrapped in greaseproof paper then several layers of newspaper which we would read enthusiastically. For non-Scots a bob is a shilling which today is 5 pence. Wee of course means little, and kirk loan is the lane beside the church. Other words English but spelled in Scots veracular.

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