Lottie

In Eglesfield Road their once lived a gran
That always laughed and always sang

Her house was modest, small but neat
With one simple rule, ‘Please wipe your feet!’

And in the kitchen her magical hands
Did magical things with pots and pans

With ovens and hobs always ready and hot
This wonderful woman rarely paused or stopped

Creating fine pies stuffed with tatties and mince
Cheese and onion, apple, pork and quince

Scones, biscuits, tarts, thin fat round and tasty
Our eager thieving hands were often too hasty

‘Get off you daft sods!’ she would often scold
‘You’ll burn off ya gobs, please wait ‘til they’re cold!’

And when we would eat, oh my what a feast
Chomping and gobbling like terrible beasts

Crumbs spreading everywhere never caring a less
But gran would just smile and clean up the mess

And after the feast we would all have to go
With bellies so full they felt ready to blow

It’s now many years since gran breathed her last sigh
She’s off to new kitchens upstairs in the sky

And watching us always whilst making more stotties
Is the legendary spirit on our great Nana Lottie.