Mother's Dinner

By hedgehog1

Sat, 02 Sep 2017
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They started their life in the house that they built

Married for two days their love had no guilt

Sunday arrived to greet two veg and beef

The potatoes and steak nearly breaking their teeth

The bread baked with love was soggy and brown

The puddings no bottoms to hold gravy down

And the soup was sour and had so much fat

Harold told Candy it's not fit for a cat

 

Oh Candy my mother makes two veg and beef

And her bread is so good it melts on your teeth

Her puddings so good they blow you away

Candy I wish you could cook in this way

Oh Harold we've only been married two days

I'm only a beginner and I'll improve with age

Now Harold you know I'm just a beginner

Well your mother arrived and she cooked this dinner!!

Image is from juliasalbum.com with no known copyright issues.

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Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

'Rose-coloured spectacles' on memories often! I remember someone saying she went to the butcher's and asked for a joint 'to fit this dish', I had empathy with that! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Rose coloured spectacles indeed Rhiannon, I well remember meeting my mother-in-law for the first time and the meal that we had (which was not the best) and this poem came from that first meeting. I'm glad my wife doesn't read my posts!!!!!!