For harassed and busy Mums (and Dads) everywhere:
Both the fridge and freezer
Are groaning with Christmas food
But having fought to buy the stuff
I’m just not in the mood.
There’s sausage rolls and crisp mince pies,
A joint of gammon too,
Trifle, pigs in blankets, cream,
All those calories to get through.
With a full traditional dinner,
Bloated tummies will appear
And breaking wind thanks to sprouts
Will accompany Christmas cheer.
They all have a good sell by date
So will last a little while,
Chocolate figures and turkish delight,
And marshmallows to make you smile.
Overloaded, stuffed and round,
We’ll have sandwiches instead,
But on reaching into the cupboard
I find I forgot the bread!