Sausages III
I munch on sausage all day long,
With sausages you can't go wrong,
So happy that I sing this song,
About the sausages issue.
Sausages are my favourite snack,
You try them once you won't go back,
But then you have a heart attack,
Those tubes of connective tissue.

It's sausage time! Hip hip hooray!
Sausages just make my day!
I really love them, I must say:
I'm not a sausage decliner.
They really are a tasty treat,
Made with cuts of grade A meat,
Piglets ears and piglets feet,
And bits of pigs vagina.

I'll tell you what I want to do,
And that's to have a sausage stew,
That's dinner there for me and you,
But you can't cook them in a hurry.
Or grill some, put some in a roll,
Or make a sausage casserole,
And that sounds great, I'll have a bowl,
Or I might just order a curry.
(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Mon 1 Jul 2013, 7:47, 2 replies)

Could've been done in 1 post.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 1 Jul 2013, 8:10, closed)

OK.
Next time I do a trilogy of poems about sausages, I will remember your advice.
(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Mon 1 Jul 2013, 17:54, closed)