8 July 2012
I can feel it all around, Only on Sunday can it be found. Lazy television and Sunday roast, The only day of while these can boast.
We've got the family all here, All the men drinking beer. Children on the floor playing. Women gossiping. "whose's saying...."
Yorkshire puddings, and roast pork. Men and women stop the talk. Food is served and it's the best... Causing more silence than the rest.
Each little mouthful savoured through. Nothing left but eating to do. And once it's gone, and we're all stuffed. We all sit back, all well chuffed.
Sunday Roast • Opuss № I