I like sausages.
They never let you down.
You just take them from the packet
and cook ‘em till they’re brown.
You can grill ‘em.
You can fry ‘em.
You can have ’em in a stew
You can eat ‘em on your lonesome
or make a meal for two.
I mean, sausages are brilliant.
They never disappoint.
You can have them at the weekend
and skip the Sunday joint.
You can have them with chips
or bacon or beans
with eggs or tomatoes.
Oh with so many things.
You can serve them on bread
or eat them with toast.
With black pudding and mushrooms
is how I eat the most.
And sausages are good to you.
They’re kind and wish you well.
They never hurt or tease you
never laugh and say you smell.
And in your darkest hour
when you don’t know what to do
there’ll always be a sausage
to help you see it through.
They’ll be there for you in houses
And they’ll comfort you in cottages.
My life would just be awesome
if my friends were more like sausages
January 2017