Love your pie

Three weary travellers, festival bound
arrive and pitch tents on lumpy ground
music loud, and drink aplenty
but how to feed for less than twenty?

Pie and mash leapt out to greet us
and mushy peas, now that's just peachus
all of this for just five quid?
You'll never guess what we did!

Four times daily, start with brekky
then as lunch calls, another reckie
tea-time demands we have another
supper time, more pies join their brother
So to sum up, four meals a day
all pie, mash & peas, that's the way
to survive the onslaught and stay merry
can't wait 'til next year, pies and Glastonbury