The Giro Years by John Dashwood

This poem is from a collection I have just published under the title “The Giro Years”.

Barrie’s World Renowned Bacon Rolls

Lonely I wandered the early morning streets
Floating past the market stalls
Past the litter bins and seats
Past the crumbling old town walls
Where beer and busking is not allowed
Where gulls the cobbled pavement peck
I wandered covered in a shroud
Broke and hungry – what the heck!
Torn and tired of being thrifty
Plunged into my pocket
Pulled out roughly one pound fifty
With a mind to madly hock it
Never known to be so shifty
I shot like a rocket
On a sudden spending spree.
(Money talks, so please don’t knock it.)
Tea and bacon roll – far out!
Tasting such a damned delight.
Steamy and succulent, there’s no doubt,
My expense account was right.
Barrie’s bacon in a roll
Marmalizes lucky me
Sizzles to my very soul
Like my magic mug of tea
Helps my day get off the ground.
O what a place to be
Barrie’s bacon world renowned
In Yarmouth by the sea.