* The Pan of Scouse. This is written in what I hope will come across as a scouser (Liverpool) accent. If you need a translation, please do let me know! It's another family memory from 1950 - 1962


De Pan O' Scouse*

Me Liverpewl Nan wooz a jewel rer
Spreadin' 'er loov ev'rywer
Four foot wide an' four foot tall
Coookin' Scouse fer woon an' all.

Me Mam, Me Da, me an' me brooder
Our George, Our Fred, an' any ooder
Dat 'appened to be in t'ouse dat day
She'd never send 'em starved away.

When Da', Our George an' Ooncle Fred
An' t' builder fella in t' big sper bed
Coom in from weeark ther'd alluz be
A great big pan o' Scouse fer tea.

Loads o' taters, and' oonions too,
Wi' mooton, meks a mansize stew.
Yer never oongry wi' a pan o' scouse
Booblin' an' smellin' out de 'ouse.

THE YEARS HAVE PASSED, 'ME NAN' IS GONE
BUT STILL THE MEMORY LINGERS ON
OF THE OLD BLACK RANGE, AND THE GREAT BIG PAN
OF SCOUSE MADE BY ME LIVERPOOL NAN.




Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-11-19 at 21:38

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Stan Cooper
Marie...this is absolutely delightful...
I particularly enjoyed pondering each word of your
Liverpool accent, which I never heard or knew of...
thanks for sharing it

xxx Stan
2011-03-07


Mklnay
I have no idea what a pan of scouse is, but you've made me want to eat it. ;) Loved this!
2010-11-21



I've come across scouse in a few other poems, always with an incredible fondness by the writers. None better written than yours.

I would love to hear you read this poem aloud.
2010-11-20


countryfog
A wonderful memory, and the vernacular is delightful. With our Thanksgiving holiday in a few days almost everyone can relate to family and friends sharing food and fellowship. (I think "scouse" is lamb stew but I may be wrong about that . . . but obviously it is a memory that you can still taste.)
2010-11-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written, Marie. I enjoyed this poem a great deal. It reminded me of my wife's parents' house, always such hubbub, but everybody was fed. Larry
2010-11-20