Tastes like home

Having lived outside the UK for over a decade there are still things I miss and seek whenever I go back which inspired this poem.

Tastes like home

Penguin bars complete with jokes.

Clotted cream slabbed onto sc/oa/nes

Chocolate raisins, any kind.

Galaxy, all forms, don't mind.

Fish and chips with mushy peas.

Tetley tea, one sugar please.

Steak and kidney pie with Bisto.

There's one thing I really miss though...

My Mum's Sunday Roast!