Christmas Lunch

Cherry

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
Certificate U
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I think you've got it all in there Luigi - Merry Christmas!

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It was a sumptuous banquet, insert.

Buon Natale, Luigi x

 

Submitted by randy-johnson on

Excellent Christmas poem. Very well written. Keep up the good work and Merry XMAS.

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Your feedback and Christmas greetings - which I warmly reciprocate - are much appreciated.

Kind regards, Luigi.

 

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. :)

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Sorry about that old chestnut about leg/breast but one can't be too fussy when searching for a rhyme.

Thanks for reading and commenting o.m.t.

Luigi

 

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. :)

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It became almost obligatory to include it in the repertoire. at Christmas. Perhaps it was thought funnier than the crackers' jokes

Cheers, Luigi

 

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

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It is a season when one feels obliged to overeat, Jenny, to show one's appreciation of the good food on offer.

Luigi xx