“Sausage” a bawl down our street.
Apt nickname for our neighbour
who fettled meat and two veg.
at “The Sidings”, a local pub.
He’d muscle over in his black
and white checked trousers
as we were leaving our house
to ask “Where’s tha bound?”
If we said “Art for lunch, Luke.”
He’d answer “Giz us a sec,” so
us ad potter back in, twenty mins
later he’s back with two steaming
plates of roast beef, taties and veg.
“Here,” he says “Get this down thee.”
Other times he were chief chuff
at barbecues and bring stuff over
saying “We ad some left over.
Can’t eat it all.” Then all on a sudden
he were gone. Seems as he ad a side dish
to his wife, an she found out.