Just leave me the end of that pastie
You’re not going to finish all that.
If you want to find the the best coal seam
You cannot afford to get fat.
So just leave me a bit of the pastry
And maybe a bit of the meat
And I’ll be a sign of good fortune
I only want something to eat.
It’s not much to ask. Just a tribute
Acknowledging this is my space
And you are a guest, not a burglar
It’s really a way to save face
Because if you are going to come down here
And not even leave me a snack
And take all my coal to the surface
Well you’d better be watching your back.
I know where the mine is unstable.
I know where the air has turned bad,
And if I should choose, I am able
To make all your relatives sad
So just leave me a bit of your pastie
And I’ll leave the tunnels unblocked
Because all it would take to collapse them
Is the tiniest, tiniest knock.
Tom Juniper Poetry 