I had set up the table with a tablecloth full of memories
That will leave them mesmerised
The smell that was coming from the kitchen door
It tickled the taste buds
I had outdone myself this time
The meat was nice and tender based with a Worcester sauce
It was dipped in a sweet and sour sauce
And the rice was just glowing
Not forgetting the salads, all the colours were there
The wine was ready to be sipped
They were here
It was time
This is it
O"", my hands can do wonders
The surprise that I have in store for them
A fruity smell,
An apple smell,
A peachy, strawberry, grapey smell
Sugary, bitter and sweet.
Cream-like,
Soup-like,
Anything at all like,
That keeps everything cool in the heat.
You get brown,
You stay brown,
You get a lot more browner brown,
You remain this lovely colour of course!
Its not cream or spray thats doing all this,
Its lashings of worcester sauce...
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