A STAFF .. .. ... NO BREAD (Anonymous)


Corned beef on rye no slaw on the side
Pickles, mustard, that's an extra 5p mate
Crumbs at the table drop off -
Hey pigeon, starling get offa my turf!

Tuppence for a lolly, but who'll pay the rent?
Who'll look to the bairns when the missus, I both dead?
In Africa they call it pap or samp or Jungle oats
Thats staff of life there.No bread.

A salt lick-you got one mate?
They give it to a horse
In the horse's trough.
Lick horse, lick they say
No bleeding salt in a handful of hey.

Corned beef on rye? Bully for you mate
I got me some over ripe, well rotting apples
But nothing for to make no tart, no pie.
The staff. The staff and the shepherd's hook
Slaughtering lambs in a hilly nook.

Rose petals, shiny sunflower seeds,
Yeah mate, I'd make myself a meal from these.
In Africa they shrivel meat, boil up
Reheat
Makes a mush, a dandy treat I believe.

Eat snow? not bleeding likely Jo
Mind, if there where fish beneath?
Get my harpoon and in I'd go!
Bread, the staff. Why eat bread when there's fish!
Bread, beef, apples and fish. Staffs. and pap.