‘Christmas Dinner With the In-laws’, a poem by Stevie Turner (to be sung to the tune of ‘Silent Night’).
“Oh”, she sighs.
Then she tries
To insert a turkey
Twice the size.
The oven door
Won’t shut anymore,
Legs and wings stick out of the door.
“Shit – the dinner won’t be done…
When the in-laws come.”
Flustered and grim
She starts on the gin,
It goes down well,
What the hell…
She gives a rather maniacal laugh,
Then she saws the turkey in half.
“That’s the thing to do!”
Then she crawls into her shoe.
The turkey was burned
In-laws were stern,
“Why did our son
Marry such a duff one?
The sprouts were hard and the spuds were a joke,
She’s no good at feeding her bloke.”
They walk out the door,
She falls asleep on the floor.
She wakes with a jolt,
With a gut in revolt,
He cares not she feels ill,
He loves her still.
“I loved every bit of my dinner.”
She knows that she’s married a winner.
“I’ll never drink gin again!
When in-laws I must entertain.”
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Lol, I sure hope this was never a true story 🙂
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Thankfully no!
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🙂
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Thanks for the smile!
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You’re welcome.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for the re-blog.
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A cute poem. Xo
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Thanks Darlene.
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Brought a smile and a chuckle – thank you Stevie
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Thanks. I remember the first roast dinner I cooked for Sam, then my fiancé. The Yorkshire puddings were black on the outside and liquid in the middle, but he ate everything and said how delicious it was!
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love it, and not that far from the potential truth! ))
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