About a Plug

A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea, Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly, Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat, It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that, We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek, Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak, No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking, The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking, But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell, The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell, Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good, We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food, So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine, But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine, A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering, a cough and, oh my gosh, Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh, Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug, With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself, I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes It has become a household joke between us and many a friend, We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!