Christmas Lunch
By luigi_pagano
Wed, 25 Dec 2019
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Mother was very happy and pleased as Punch;
she wouldn't be cooking the Christmas lunch.
One of her daughters had said that she would
do the honours, to show mum that she could.
Her culinary endeavour passed the inspection:
the roast turkey had been done to perfection,
the stuffing had no meat, just sage and onions,
which pleased Samantha and her companions
who had recently sworn to become vegetarians
and believed that meat-eaters were barbarians.
The essential trimmings, parsnip and sprouts
- though for the latter some expressed doubts -
lots of potatoes, some roasted, some mashed ,
were all there. Certain guest were unabashed
and asked for more helpings of this fine fare.
Granddad Thomas was watching the au pair
who was busty, when he said he liked breast
but we all knew that he had said that in jest.
Most people drank wine but some had shandy,
the plum pudding was set alight with brandy.
In previous years cigars would have been lit
but not anymore: everyone wants to keep fit.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
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I think you've got it all in
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I think you've got it all in there Luigi - Merry Christmas!
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Excellent poem
Permalink Submitted by randy-johnson on
Excellent Christmas poem. Very well written. Keep up the good work and Merry XMAS.
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I think you have summed some
Permalink Submitted by onemorething on
I think you have summed some Christmas lunches up. I had forgotten about the leg/breast joke, got a groan from me. Enjoyed reading this, Luigi. :)
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Ha. Not at all. The groan was
Permalink Submitted by onemorething on
Ha. Not at all. The groan was the memory of the annual Grandad joke made at our Christmas lunches when I was growing up without fail throughout my childhood. It was the perfect old chestnut to include. :)
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What a great seasonal poem
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
What a great seasonal poem Luigi that sums up a perfect Christmas feast. I bet everyone was bursting at the seams when they'd finished.
Jenny. xx
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