The Day They Invented The Pasty
It was a day, a sunny day,
(back in who knows when)
a day just like this one,
but with some sun;
when Bill and Bob, upon a job,
did think upon a problem.
“What shall we have…” said Bill,
“… to take our fill?”
“Our fill of what?” said Bob.
“Our fill of lunch,
we need to munch,
it’s been a busy mornin’”,
said Bill.
“Ah!” said Bob, “I’ve thrupence and a bob
(the coin that is my namesake),
what can we buy
for one and three,
have you a sovereign to add to our kitty?”
“A ‘sovereign!’ “ Bill laughed,
“If I but had; but, no, I’ve not, just a tanner got,
perhaps we could buy an ‘ansum pie,
for the riches we haves between us.”
Bob thought for a moment.
“I have an idea.” said he.
“Let’s dig us some swede…
potatoes we’ll need…
and a pound weight of yon lady’s skirt.”
‘Are you right in the head?’
was what, Bill, should have said;
but he didn’t, he thought the idea was a winner;
“And if we are quick,
we’ll be done in a tick,
and have a—!
… thingy for our dinner.”
Neither knew what to call
this new-fangled dish.
and names they tried, one and twenty;
“Let us not be hasty
to name this food oh so tasty;
perhaps we can call it a… ‘BillBob!’ “
said Bill.
“Or a ‘BobBill!’ said Bob.
Anyway, the pasty had been invented,
though it hadn’t a name,
until forty years later
a Mr. C. A. Pasty had an idea
for eternal fame.
(As if anybody remembers him).