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Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here 
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock  
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table 
upon our plate 
and steaming hot
Whether we were there or not

Nowadays it’s just for one
Has somehow lost appeal
To sit alone now on my own
I really don’t enjoy

Those crispy roasted spuds
with golden Yorkshire puds
buttered carrots ~ roasted parsnips  
on my plate roast leg of lamb
a generous dollop of minty sauce
with thick meaty gravy piping hot
Three cheers for the cook
Three cheers for the host
I can almost taste it ~ I can almost smell it
Ma always cooked the best Sunday roast 

Now my grandson is a vegan 
his girlfriend she is too
my granddaughter a veggie 
oh what am I to do

I cannot beat them 
so I will join them
nut roast now my Sunday roast
but I'm still yearning for the taste
of Ma’s on the dot at one o'clock 
her Sunday roasts delectable
each mouthful unforgettable...

Written 4 July 2021

Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4 
Sponsor  Brian Strand
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