CHRISTMAS PAST.But I think it's going to be O.K.

I've collected the turkey, that went quite well,
Cleaned all the cutlery, that was just hell.
Arranged all the seating I think they will fit,
Oh! now there are two more, I'll move chairs a bit.
The turkey is cooking I don't want it tough,
Ten minutes a pound, plus twenty's enough.
The veg are a nightmare, there are such a lot,
Potatoes or sprouts first, I think I've lost the plot.

BUT I KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE O'K'.

My husbands a problem, he won't let me drink,
A glass of white wine would be perfect I think,
I'm afraid he remembers my terrible gaffe,
When I dropped the turkey but it made us all laugh.
The trouble that day was we went to the pub,
The drinks flowed so freely, ah! that was the rub.

SO NOW THE COOK IS NOT ALLOWED A DRINK.

The turkey is perfect it's resting a while,
The potatoes so crispie I just have to smile.
I look at the tables I think they will pass
NOW I'm allowed to have a quick glass.
Let's get them seated and fill up each tum,
Sometimes it's not bad being a mum.
They stand and raise glasses, then give me a look,
They say "happy Cristmas and here's to the cook"

I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE O.K.

Jill West.