MY GRANDDAD WON’T EAT BROWN BREAD

 

My granddad won’t eat brown bread

Because he doesn’t have to anymore

When he was a boy his whole family

Had to eat it because they were poor

DOOR STEPPING

 

There are two women

Calling at houses down our street

Brow beating everyone

Of the poor householders they meet

 

They extol the virtues

Of brown bread and its effect on fitness

One in particular is quite fierce

I’m sure that she is a Hovis Witness