New poem from the Bard of Bethnal Green

The Old Spot, Woldingham
by Mal Grosch


It is bred to be gentle
It is bred to be kind
It is bred to be tasty
With a nice, crispy rind

In its slow evolution
It is hoped it will swell
So its nearly all meat
For the butcher to sell

We were bred to be gentle
We were bred to be kind
We were bred to give glory
To Our Maker Divine

We have as our function
To mirror our God
To build up the Church
With prayer and the hod

And where the Gloucester Old Spot
is covered with mud
We in our sins are covered by blood.