Poetry by Jeff Green

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Sunday lunch

by cricketjeff on February 5, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

You can’t pretend it’s beef without the pud!
There’s nothing adds to Sunday quite the same.
Though other folk say other meals are good,
A Sunday with no Yorkshire pud’s a shame!

The beef itself should melt with every bite,
The gravy taste of meat and all the rest –
A Yorkshire pud is marvellous and light;
With tatties peas and carrots that’s the best!

I smell it now in dreams of winter days,
With family all gathered in one place.
You never lose your little waifs and strays
When there is food like this to fill the face!

From red to darkest brown across each slice,
What other winter meal is half as nice?