You Are What You Eat

If we are what we eat
Then I’d like to be
Fresh strawberries and cream
And a cup of Chai tea

And you, well I’m guessing,
A toad in the hole
With hot sausages
Hid in batter – so droll!

And Great Auntie Susie
I’m sure you’ll concur;
Something quite spicy
Yes, that would be her

Less old Mrs Smith would
Like apples so green
No joke! Granny Smith
Crisp with a sweetness unseen

And that leaves dear Toby
The last of the brood
Who cares not a jot
Just as long as it’s food!

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Last Minute Christmas

Last minute Christmas
Oh what a to do
The shops are just crazy
The traffic is too
The queues are horrendous
The congestion a mess
Why leave it so late
And get in a stress?

But that’s how it happens
Every year without fail
You plan oh so calmly
To shop, cook to entail
That peace and serenity
Sees the preps done timely
But does it happen that way
Don’t be daft – not to me!

So last minute Christmas
All done in a rush
And wrapped in the small hours
When the house is all hush
And the cake and the pudding
Cooked on the last day
But dowsed in much brandy
To take all cares away!