Outlook East Manchester

Fish, Chips and a Pea

Hey mister china man
What have you done
You've took all my money
And look what has come

I think you're mistaken
Cos what you gave me
Was not fish and chips
But fish chips and a pea

I'm sorry to say
But you must understand
The meal I asked for
Is not in my hand

I'm so sorry my son
But it must have fell in
If you like
I can cook you your meal again

No, no mister china
There's no need for that
You're making me out
To be some kind of twat

It's not that I'm bothered
Just want you to see
I'm quite happy to leave
With fish chips and a pea

Poem by Michael mccarrick

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