Wigan Pies and Pier grand
Now’t better than a meat and potato pie, and cup of tea
Wigan Pies and Pier grand
At Wigan Pier, we made our stand,
With a pie in each and every hand.
No need for towers, no need for fame,
Our pastry pride secured our name.
The world may talk of sights to see,
none match pie and a strong-brewed tea.
Forget the wonders far and wide,
We’ve got gravy, chips, and northern pride.
So if you ask what marks our spot,
It’s not a statue — it’s a pie so grand,
That’s how we put our place on the land!
At Wigan Pier, the canal rolls by,
A golden pie meets the northern sky.
Laughter echoes, bold and clear,
For pies and cheer keep us anchored here.
No need for castles tall and grand,
A meat and potato pie in hand.
With every bite, a tale we spin,
Where Wigan’s heart will always win.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Very interesting poem and well written