Ivy Shepherds Pie

when I think of
'shepherds pie'
I feel lamblike warmth
from rustic hearths..
a iron hot oven
with flame grilled
sparks..giving birth
to wedges of potato
busting out proud..
big breasted wenches
who's under arm flab 
could make you flinch ,..
taste the baked on carbon
of a fifty year old pan,
one we used in the war..
doubled for Bully Beef 
Hash and stew
but that I didn't get
I got a tiny cow pat
of minced sheep
with a smattering of
sweet potato ..
an inner city ring road
shepherds pie,
it didn't hit the Banks,
nor Swiss Cottage..
it's been blasted by Heathrow
and spun off the M25..
it would fit in a slot
that I haven't got..
maybe stags and bears
could find a place
at their 'coal face'
for this pie-lette thats paid
a decongetion charge..
and arrived on a rented bike
or by uba,
and made its mark
with a hunger I won't satisfy here..
I need the Northern Circular