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Thursday, 24 August 2017


Thank you for the sausages - we lit a barbeque
(With an extinguisher standing by)

I picked mine when saving it from the burning barn
(It had just caught by eye)

They had a lovely smokey flavour
(Definitely hints of hay)

We don't get to eat everyone we save
(A good thing some might say)

© James Bessant

Rescued piglets served up as sausages to firefighters

James lives in London, and writes as often as he can amongst the chaos of family life, inspired by everything and anything in the world. He sometimes blogs here:

1 comment:

  1. This is in the great tradition of Ogden Nash and Hillaire Belloc - comic and macabre! 👍🏻