D : Lovely Pies
Jack, the Thetford baker, was overwhelmed with orders (from Norwich anorl) for his famous rabbit-pies.
A local customer complained one day :
Jack, Oi can'(t) mairke ou(t) woo(t)-a come oover them rabbi(t)-poise a-yourn.
They dorn'(t) fare sa tairsty as woo(t) they useter.
The baker replied, confidentially, Wal, y’see Jimma, thass all a question-a woo(t) the Goverment call Supploi an’ Demarnd. The fac(t) a-the ma(tt)er is, Oi can'(t) gi(t) rabbi(t)s enow for all-a moi customers.
Soo, woo(t) are-ya a-doin’-on, then? asked Jimmy.
The baker, reduced to a whisper: Bor, atwin you an’ me an’ the gair(t)poost, Our ha(tt)a fill-ou(t) them poise wi’ a mi(t)e-a hoss mea(t).
Blast, said Jimmy, How much hoss mea(t) d’ya reckon to pu(t) in??
‘Bout fifta-fifta, grinned Jack the baker.
Jimmy asked, with great suspicion, Woo(t) d’ya mean boi fifta-fifta?
Oo, one hoss, one rabbi(t), said Jack.
: [Russell Colman]
