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
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
puds, appreciation, food, mother,
Form: Free verse
I want to run a marathon,
A mountain want to climb,
I want to be a pilot,
Write a book in record time.
I want to act on Broadway,
And at golf beat Tiger Woods,
Complete a sail around the world,
Design some special puds.
I want to be on radio,
Present a morning show,
I want to sit in Parliament,
In space I want to go.
I want to drive a tube train,
A cup final goal to score,
I want to be a stand up,
And I want to win a war.
I want to found a charity,
I want to write a book,
I want to play ice hockey,
And with glee I’d hit the puck.
I want to re-design a house,
I want a number one,
Enthusiasm still as strong,
Until the chance is gone.
I am enthusiastic,
And succeed perhaps I might,
But what I’m most enthusiastic,
For, is just to write!
Categories:
puds, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
A Christmas tree is going up already
Hang on a mo though I said to Eddie
As he was the one who made it ready
To crane it up and make it steady
Surely it's not time for Xmas puds already
As I have not peeled my spuds or sprouts yet Eddie
And as for turkey and stuffing
Do they mean to you nothing?
So sorry Eddie said to me
But can't you clearly see
That it's as plain as plain can be
That Christmas started yesterday
It's the same as last year and the year before
So before you close your door
Just make sure you complete your chores
At least by Halloween or before
Then just sit back and relax
As bonfire night is just a crack
For you to remember that
A New Year is almost already back
And Christmas trees will then appear
Even earlier then this time next year!
DAMO x
Categories:
puds, fun, november,
Form: Free verse
We should only eat six sprouts at Christmas
Deem the council who are in Leicestershire
Its no joke, it’s a serious message at Xmas
To reduce waste and not make it higher
We must cut back on crisp pigs in blankets
And should only have three stuffing balls
Also cut back on spuds and fluffy Yorkshire puds
Gee I’m going to be climbing the walls!
I love to eat sprouts at my Christmas dinner
There will be NO sprout restriction for me
I’m rebelling; you may call me a sinner
There'll be piles of sprouts when I eat tea
Yes I’m going to load up my plate
Those officials can just go to hell
I’ll eat sprout after sprout after spout
And then let out a disgusting smell
The council’s intentions are honourable
Of that there are no doubts
But Leicester County Council
Keep your mitts off my Brussel sprouts!
12/21/17
Categories:
puds, anger, christmas, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Christmas tidings of merriment to all.
May Santa gift you with surprises,
and carol singers serenade your ball.
Christmas tidings of merriment to all
Thank cooks who make that dinner call.
Christmas puds individual sizes.
Christmas tidings of merriment to all.
May Santa gift you with surprises!
Categories:
puds, christmas,
Form: Triolet
12 eggs a cracking
11 prawns a peeling
10 potatoes baking
9 cookies crumbling
8 cheery cherries
7 sweeten oranges
6 cheesy caulies
5 gooooooooolden loaves
4 turkeys roasting
3 puds a steaming
2 happy hams
brings 1 Christmas feast for my family....
Tracie Edwards
For P.ds 12 days of xmass contest
Please note we dont really have 4 turkeys lol :D
Categories:
puds, christmas, food,
Form: Free verse
(Sundays)
Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds
When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids
Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land
'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name
Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'
Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk
Categories:
puds, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Imagism