A brilliant piece of Lancashire Poetry

Love this piece of Lancashire Poetry courtesy of Geoffrey Shryhane's Wigan World (Wigan Observer) author unknown but brilliant. A bit of light-hearted reading. Mike "I Remember I remember the cheese of my childhood. And the bread we cut with a knife. When children helped with the housework. And men went to work, not the wife. The cheese never needed a fridge. And the bread was so crusty and hot. The children were seldom unhappy. And the wife was content with her lot. I remember the milk from the bottle. With the yummy cream on top. Our dinner came hot from the oven. And not from a fridge in a shop. The kids were a lot more contented. They didn’t need money for kicks. Just a game with their mates in the road. And sometimes the Saturday flicks. I remember the shop on the corner. Where a pennoth of sweets was sold. Do you think I’m being nostalgic? Or is it I’m just getting old? I remember the loo was the lav. And the bogeyman who came in the night. It was not the least bit funny. Going out back with no light. The clothes were boiled in a copper. With plenty of rich foamy suds. But the ironing seemed never-ending. As mum pressed everyone’s duds (clothes). I remember a slap on my backside. And the taste of soap if I swore. Anorexia and diets were unheard of. And we hadn’t much choice what we wore. Do you think that bruised our ego? Or our initiative destroyed? We ate what was put on the table. And I think life was better enjoyed." If you not following on Facebook do so here - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wigan-in-Lancashire/875203499170747