I am the ghost of the sunday roast, <br />I took a piece of toast <br />and I put it in the post. <br /> <br />Je suis le phantom <br />pots and pans and lids <br />I've just fell on my bum <br />for me any bids? <br /> <br />Through wall I like to go <br />tasty roast so hot <br />gravy oer me nicely flows <br />non corporeal in a pot <br /> <br />Having me for dinner may seem sweet <br />Except I'll come to haunt <br />with the leg of lamb famous feat <br />leaving ye white and gaunt <br /> <br />Best maybe try alternative chicken dinner <br />whose ghost will only haunt with a cluck <br />ceasing for old sunday roast to be a sinner <br />but beware danse macabre of ghostly roast duck! <br /> <br />Now I'm afraid tis time to conclude <br />I'm sorry you've had such a scare! <br />best avoid then the phantom food <br />and feast on jugged hare........<br /><br />Rab Macfadyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-roast/
