To a Sausage Supper

Ah clocked thee sausage supper there

Ah looked at thee without a care

Thy are my tea – I must prepare

Thy on my plate

A hiv tae eat, it’s only fair

HA! It is your fate.

 

You’re freshly out of the hot oven

Only to me was your goodness given

It’s clearly better than some mutton

So I will eat

They aren’t as good when bought in London

Och, it’s a treat.

 

Thee supplements are really greasy

And thy has a golden glazey

Oh, ah want tae eat you baby

Thy are some chips

Oh, ah want tae eat you honey

Yer curly hips.

 

by James L

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