Day In The Life Of A Sausage Poem by Tom Billsborough
Day In The Life Of A Sausage
Absorbed by Silence
The Feline Spirit wakens.
Dreams come out like claws.
Loving the title Tom it gave me a wee chuckle..nice wee write
He's more like an overfed Black pudding and at the moment he's licking out the gravy made when cooking Brisket! Still he's got good taste. That Brisket gravy was heavenly poured over my five yorkshire puds! Haggis tomorrow, hooray. Love it ma we Lassie!
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5/1/2024 7:50:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the 'Dreams come out like claws' and funny how we give nicknames to our pets that often gets used more than their real name.
Iy#s usually Sausage Roll one of my favourite snacks. Another is Heyyou gerroffmy ruddy couch! which Mr P studiously ignores of course!