My old pinny!
My poor old ancient pinny is really such a sight
With blobs & lumps & splashes of all the foods I like
There’s jam & chocolate & curry – there’s last weeks Sunday roast
There’s sauces, ice- cream, pickles – even this morning’s toast
You can tell the things we’ve eaten; you can see the foods I bake
This bit here? Oh can’t you tell? That’s last year’s Christmas cake!
So Higgidy please take pity – mine is really past its best
And if your pinny’s are like your pies then yours must be the best!!
