‘Papas’ is probably the best fish & chip
restaurant in my home town of Folkestone,
England. My family and I often eat there.
This poem, suitably framed, hangs on a wall
above my favourite chair.
And the answer to the question you'll find
on the last line, is... YES!

Papas.
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At Papas I have my weekly date
with cod and chips cooked while I wait.
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Deliciously golden, served piping hot,
I don’t hang about; I demolish the lot.
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Including a roll and a cup of tea,
an ‘Oldie’s Special’ is ample for me.
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Careful! A medium-size cod overlaps the plate.
It’s proportions you may underestimate.
.
And the jumbo-size, a fish supreme,
requires a large platter and a two-girl team!
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The cheerful ladies at Papas; full of grace,
are patient and helpful - a credit to the place.
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To one and all, don’t hesitate.
At Papas, there’s meal you’ll appreciate.
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To eat here often I made a vow…
which is why I’m a regular now.
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But as I age and my pension gets thinner…
Will this poem earn me a free dinner?
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End …. Joe Thomas.
A member of Shepway Writers (Folkestone).