|
Oh dear, oh dear the dreaded morning after the night before,
heads hurting and with all that dancing our feet sore.
A leisurely day was had preparing my birthday feast,
I hope what Chris is cooking is fit for man not beast!!
Cos boy these Brits are weird and how do they do boast,
about beef, Yorkshire pudding and the potatoes that they roast.
The table was dressed beautifully full of crackers to make
this treat, silver cutlery and crystal glasses the table looked good enough to eat.
To start we had smoked salmon accompanied by champagne, I broke one of the glasses Chris said "You right royal pain"
Then came the roast so good it took away my breath,
both Ash and I gutted to pay compliments to the chef.
Now feeling full the gits stopped for a cigarette break,
before bringing on gifts and a musical birthday cake.
They sang Happy Birthday, one candle they decided enough,
cos someone at my age really doesn’t have that much puff.
I know they worry about me, but give me a break, I heard the gits say "at that age she may extinguish before the cake"
|
