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
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I thought this was about loyalty and trust but I read it to two girls in my class and they thought it was about wishing my friends could be cooked and eaten like sausages. You can never be too sure how your poems will appear to others. Either that or the rumour that I am training to be a serial killer is getting out of hand amongst the pupils. Actually I'm quite fond of their interpretation.
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You nailed it broski. Food rocks.
Broski. Never been called that before. I shall check it out with the kids at school.
I too think food, including sausages, rocks. I really don't want to eat my friends though, cooked or otherwise, no matter what my pupils might think
Great fun read - taken out of their skins (why are their skins so tough?) and chopped up, into the fry pan and simmered with tomato paste, tomato chunks herbs and seasoning they make a great sauce with pasta for a quick meal. Amazing what you get out of this site.
Sounds good. I'd just cut them and leave the skins on though
Ah but that doesn't create a sauce where the flavours are fully infused and properly coat the pasta - different dish entirely but it all depends on personal preference. There must be another poem there somewhere.
The students have wild imaginations! This is a very clever piece that rhymes so well. I like the chicken kind with seasonings. 🙂
They do indeed.
A very tasty poem well done. Phil.G.
Thank you.
Very good fun write. My excuse for having a Full English Breakfast is arriving this weekend my son, partner and grandson are coming up for the weekend so Full English here I come!
Excellent excuse for a good scoff!
Well Sir, I must say that your imagination is a work of art. This is perhaps the cleanest poem ever written. Am amazing message coupled with humor fit for all ages. Thank you for being a teacher and a poet. You rock!
Too kind. Definitely too kind , but thank you.
All beef sausage sliced at an angle.
White onion
Red bell pepper
Cook the sausage and onion for as long as it takes to be slimy.
Add red pepper and cook till it too is slimy.
Serve with beef Rice a Roni, the San Francisco treat!
For those with good tummies add some saurekraut and let it retain its crunchiness.
That's a darn good meal.
Warm sourdough bread with real butter is a nice touch.
A poem and a recipe. Excellent.
hahaha i have to say, this is really funny and clever. nice to have a lighthearted simile that kinda... cheers up... something a bit less cheery.
Nice to hear thank you. Recently all my postings have been suprisingly cheery.
My earlier ones much less so, the darker side is more typical I'm afraid. (Even my recent limerick had hints of brutal bloodstained murder). Oh well.
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