One foot in the gravy
Ah!
not leg of lamb again.
OK Mum just don't be skint
on the mint.
As you know tomorrow
who's coming?
It's Nan
so I'll have to watch me gramma
as she can be a pain
riding on our gravy train.
Give the Brussels sprouts
to my Grandma
as I want nowt
but lamb, spuds, and mint sauce
and ofcourse
it could be worse
if grumpy Gramps was to be here.
Thankfully
no pain.
There then for gain
just old Nan again
so I'll be nice as pie
for my old Nan,
just for the day
on my computer I'll play.
Thought of the day,
could have fed her on hay...
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