Sunday Roast – Poem

If you like to read a Sunday poem then this is for you. Hopefully my words will put the taste of a superbly cooked Sunday roast dinner in your mouth. When I think of roasts I remember my Nan cooking them for us and devouring the crunchy potatoes as well as the thick, flavoursome gravy. What memories does it trigger for you?

Turkey sliced with expertise,

Plates warmed at the ready.

Family and friends united,

Pot of gravy – hold it steady!

Roast potatoes glistening,

Golden and just right,

Kids all looking famished,

Take your time now – Please don’t fight!

Plenty of vegetables,

In bowls with large spoons,

Carrots and peas,

Brussel sprouts shaped like moons.

Cauliflower and Yorkshires,

With parsnips nearby,

Careful with that gravy,

You nearly splashed me in the eye.

I actually went out for a roast dinner last night at a carvery and woke up still thinking about the brilliant meal we had. It reminded me of the old days when I would visit my nan on a Sunday and she would make the most incredible family feast. My Sunday roast poem reflects my love for this traditional English meal.

In my head a Sunday Roast represents fun. Devouring Yorkshire puddings and parsnips was a great way to spend time together as a family. Fighting over the last roast potato was a regular occurrence. I miss all that now.

Thanks for taking the time to read my little roast poem. I have another poem about Sunday Nights which you may enjoy. Please consider following my blog if you get the chance.

Blackpool Days

So yesterday I took the tram all the way to neighbouring Fleetwood where there is a quaint little town square right next to the sea. It has a small ferry terminal and a lovely garden park, with a wide beach covered mainly in sand and pebbles.

I was in the mood for a BLT (bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich).

I followed this with a great evening meal in the local Grosvenor Casino, which was large and spacious. The food was brilliant and we felt comfortable eating steaks.

Sirloin with mash and a special cabbage smothered in dried onion.
Key Lime Pie

The Key Lime Pie was lush and went well with a Jack Daniels and Coke.

This week I am writing about my brief holiday in Blackpool but next week I shall return to reviewing books.

Take a Moment

A poem about managing pressures.

Stressed and unimpressed,

Tied up in a mess.

Hardly able to sleep,

Just can’t get a peep.

Take time to unwind,

Maybe try to find,

Something chilled to do,

Make some time for you.

Have a little rest,

Curl up in your nest,

Take a little walk,

Ring a friend for a talk.

Have a bite of cake,

Drink a little wine,

Watch a bit of soap,

You know you can cope.

Take a little air,

Show the world you care.

Splash a puddle or two,

Then go back to being YOU.