a poem by Edwin Keith Jepson, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

The fish shop on the corner
Sold scallops as big as your hand
And they only cost a penny each
So they were in great demand
Three times a week
We would go at night
Stand in a queue
Being always polite
And if we spent two pence
We got one scallop free
And that was enough
For my pals and me
It was a regular haunt
After the picture show
But when it closed down
It was like a body blow
I dont see scallops
Like those these days
They call them fritters
And I am quite amazed
I suppose fish and chips
Pies and peas
Will reign forever
And always please
But bring back them scallops
As big as your hand
They can never be beaten
They tasted so grand

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