The Cooking Pot

By Aaron Grieve, Rang 4

Object No. 81 Empty cooking pot, nineteenth century
National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

When I moved to America,

You could smell the cooking pot in the morning,

Getting ready for cooking the cabbage.

Every morning I couldn’t wait for breakfast.


After a hard day of working at school,

I got changed out of my school uniform.

After eating my dinner,

I fed the cows and sheep.


I spent the whole day feeding and sweeping from the sheep and cows.

After feeding and sweeping from them,

My Mum made me supper,

The only thing I really ate was cabbage.

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