Asparagus

Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won five pounds, no-less and no-more. He felt himself suddenly tempted To indulge in some reckless orgee, So he went to a caffy-a-teerer And had a dressed crab with his tea. He were crunching the claws at the finish And wondering what next he would do, Then his thoughts turned to home and to Mother, And what she would say when she knew. For Mother were dead against racing And said as she thought 'twere a sin For people to gamble their money Unless they were certain to win. These homely domestic reflections Seemed to cast quite a gloom on Pa's day He thought he'd best take home a present And square up the matter that way. ' Twere a bit ofa job to decide on What best to select for this 'ere, So he started to look in shop winders In hopes as he'd get some idea. He saw some strange stuff in a fruit shop Like leeks with their nobby ends gone, It were done up in bundles like firewood, Said Pa to the Shopman, "What's yon?" "That's Ass-paragus-what the Toffs eat" Were the answer; said Pa "That 'll suit, I'd best take a couple of bundles, For Mother's a bobby for fruit." He started off home with his purchase And pictured Ma all the next week Eating sparagus fried with her bacon Or mashed up in bubble-and-squeak. He knew when she heard he'd been racing She'd very nigh talk him to death, So he thought as he'd call in the ' Local' To strengthen his nerve and his breath. He had hardly got up to the counter When a friend of his walked in the bar, He said "What ye got in the bundle?" "A present for Mother," said Pa. It's 'sparagus stuff what the Toffs eat " His friend said "It's a rum-looking plant, Can I have the green ends for my rabbits?" said Pa "Aye, cut off what you want. He cut all the tips off one bundle, Then some more friends arrived one by one, And all of them seemed to keep rabbits Pa had no green ends left when they'd done. When he got home the 'ouse were in dark ness, So he slipped in as sly as a fox, Laid the 'sparagus on kitchen table And crept up to bed in his socks. He got in without waking Mother, A truly remarkable feat, And pictured her telling the neighbours As 'twere 'sparagus-what the toffs eat. But when he woke up in the morning It were nigh on a quarter to ten, There were no signs of Mother, or breakfast Said Pa, "What's she done with her-sen?" He shouted "What's up theer in t' kitchen?" She replied, "You do well to enquire, Them bundles of chips as you brought home Is so damp... I can't light the fire."