Mixed Grill
Mixed Grill (for one)
Bacon bangers
And beans
The fiends of the plate
The ever up for debate
Dietician dictate
Of fat levels
Good or bad
Atkinson or completely
Mad
Who knows?
Except that I prepared a sad grill
The fancy frills of her are gone
And I’m left with sad grill
That’s all I can cook
A mans platter
A spit and spatter
Of vegetable oil
On the wall
Bacofoil
Covers it all
And you hope when you peel it off
This mad creation will inspire
A stomach appetite scoff
Of it all
Washed with lager
Whilst witnessing the scrawl
of garbled teletext
the antennas fall over
What’s on next?
And with eyes up and forward
Squeeze tomato sauce
And pour it all over the dripping
Mess
You failed the test to impress
An imaginary guest now she’s gone
If I decorate it in Italian mix herb salad
From sainsbury's
Will that make it healthy?
If I pretend I Jamie Oliver
Will it make me look wealthier?
To her
And hence more viable
For her needs are no longer pliable
She fixed in a gaze
Of her wondrous ways
She learned it all from
Jade goodie
And TV
And Jordon
If only she would smother me
And not peter Andre
I would not need to cook at all
Her hands would do this bacon work
The rashers and rind
I would gladly find in her
Special place
Have I failed the test?
Yes
Of course
Its 1.45 am I’m eating mixed grill
And soggy salad
With satellite feed
Of Buckingham palace gone wrong
at
Christmas time
goodnight
Bacon bangers
And beans
The fiends of the plate
The ever up for debate
Dietician dictate
Of fat levels
Good or bad
Atkinson or completely
Mad
Who knows?
Except that I prepared a sad grill
The fancy frills of her are gone
And I’m left with sad grill
That’s all I can cook
A mans platter
A spit and spatter
Of vegetable oil
On the wall
Bacofoil
Covers it all
And you hope when you peel it off
This mad creation will inspire
A stomach appetite scoff
Of it all
Washed with lager
Whilst witnessing the scrawl
of garbled teletext
the antennas fall over
What’s on next?
And with eyes up and forward
Squeeze tomato sauce
And pour it all over the dripping
Mess
You failed the test to impress
An imaginary guest now she’s gone
If I decorate it in Italian mix herb salad
From sainsbury's
Will that make it healthy?
If I pretend I Jamie Oliver
Will it make me look wealthier?
To her
And hence more viable
For her needs are no longer pliable
She fixed in a gaze
Of her wondrous ways
She learned it all from
Jade goodie
And TV
And Jordon
If only she would smother me
And not peter Andre
I would not need to cook at all
Her hands would do this bacon work
The rashers and rind
I would gladly find in her
Special place
Have I failed the test?
Yes
Of course
Its 1.45 am I’m eating mixed grill
And soggy salad
With satellite feed
Of Buckingham palace gone wrong
at
Christmas time
goodnight
Francine
Sat 1st Aug 2009 23:10
Awww... the dilemma for many who find themselves alone...