Sunday dinner at grans

I remember the Sunday dinners,

that granny used to make.

Enough to feed an army,

piled on each and every plate.

Three kinds of potatoes,

boiled, mashed and roast.

Chicken, pork & roast beef,

and a glass of wine to toast.

And veggies from her garden,

that she grew right there herself.

No canned corn from Guatemala,

would you find upon her shelf.

There'd be carrots, peas and parsnips,

broccoli & cabbage too,

and anything that wasn't ate,

ended up in her famous stew.

But desserts, they were the best bit,

there was custard, pies and tarts.

And the only bad thing 'bout it all,

was knowing where to start.

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Excellent! Memories brought back of times spent with my own Grand Ma Ma. Will you try and substitute "eaten" for the word "ate?" I think it would flow better. Otherwise, thanks for sharing your memories!