Tater Ash Woman

To the job list enduring nether to demise

Warming my heart copious in labour

In worn out fleece to dirty old jeans

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete

Not withstanding a falling

Fearnley- Whittingstall so Ramseynesque

Nowhere near an erupting my sweet, sweet burlesque

This banquet of flavours senior Fray Bentos

Savour delights

Dumplings curvaceous still holding mine eyes

In truthful endearing to tater ash nights

Where cold in enduring gift of my plenty

So still I bemused to those pictures of red

Gift me my cottage tumble down shed

Thy fine tree of life no chance I’ll surreal

Those tater ash skies, thine tater ash eyes,

Thy great northern mother taught tater ash tied

I caught by a caption in flawless collusion

So bowl and deliver

I’d steal you fresh flowers then puff out my chest.

I’ll chain smoke my signature to her soulful request

In digging and doing, to tooing and froing

I sold to my savour

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete

To the job list enduring nether to demise

So sold to that labour through her all knowing eyes

Who kept all my secrets never told of my lies?

To when’re I may wonder, to when’re I may roam

Thy sweet ladies kitchen will always be home

Like I said to you comrade,

When we’d drank of our drink, ate of our fill

To balance on tiptoe on top of our hill

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete.