She was apple tarts,
Curn squares on an oblong tray,
Made from scratch pastry.
She was Tuesday stew,
Enough meat and potatoes
To feed her army.
She was Catholic,
So fish on Friday, frozen
Or fresh, no matter.
She was breakfast baps,
Veda and German biscuits,
Haystacks, cream cookies.
Every day, she wore an apron.
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