The freshly battered chip shop
saveloy drips its grease
slowly across my yesterday’s news
face, a picture, I hoped,
of intrigue and stately poise,
preserving in time a pose
that will adorn a thousand books,
now already out of time,
already an article
lost to the age of the once staple
and not rationed meal, eat
your fill, no coupon required
and let the batter fill your heart
completely and forever, whilst
the day I appeared in my local paper
is remembered for placing