Blimey those bangers and mash
Sat in a thick lumpy gravy
With broccoli, peas and broad beans
A breeze made the brown sea look wavy
I stacked up my mash like an island
With broccoli trees still in leaf
Broad beans on end looked like shark fins
That swan around by the pea reef
Sliced sausages made a log cabin
Built on a soggy mash shore
All slowly consumed by a giant
Till nothing remained anymore
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Your poems always make me hungry, what better way to eat bangers and mash than the way you have described here, lovley grub! 10 Lynda xx