By Bill Austin, Bute Road, Blackburn.

Some people moan about today,
there's those that mention poverty,
Whilst back in the nineteen twenties,
eating seemed a novelty.

But Grandma was resourceful,
she had her crafty ways,
the knack to make a sort of stew,
with the bones from out her stays.

She made a big rice pudding,
it was as solid as a bake.
She cut in into slices, and
called it Chinese Wedding Cake.

Times were hard, when I were young
and slowly getting harder,
nothing coming through the door
meant we had an empty larder.

Clothing was a hand-me-down,
A practice folk believed in,
My best suit was clever, it
was a bowler-hat with sleeves in.

Now we are better off today,
I have butter on my bread,
If there's food in Heaven,
I'll find out when I'm dead.