In this house they rise
Like doubloons
Or better still
Shaped something like
A sperm whales eardrum
They all are eaten
With gravy or syrup
With awe
And occasionally with stew
-Julie Corbett
The Buzz
"Where are the Yorkshire Puddings?"
a customer enquires, and to show
them where is the gravy to my brain.
"Have you got any custard?"
I point to the correct aisle
and get the jam roly poly in my stomach.
That shot of serotonin to the head,
lifts the day. I know where to find
what they want or need feels worthwhile.
-Paul Brookes
Bios And Links
-Julie Corbett
is a writer from East Yorkshire and writes about place and how it is remembered.
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