Washing-Day

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WASHING-DAY

I've eaten some glorious meals in my time

And some I would even describe as sublime......

Delicious roasts and mouth-watering stews

Chicken, prawns, so much to choose!

But the meal that lingers in my mind

Is one of the plebeian kind!

Left-overs that came my way

On my Mother's Washing Day!

We'd eat the roast the day before

And we would know what was in store.......

Left-over meat would be minced quite finely

Then mixed with vegetables divinely.

That all sounds dull and rather bland

But one thing made the mixture grand.

My mother added a pinch of sage.

(This wasn't a very exotic age!)

I only know I adored the taste

And wouldn't let one bite go to waste.

Left-overs ......hardly nouvelle cuisine!

Just part of the Washing-Day routine.

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VARIETY SHOW

The members of the human race

Are not alike in form and face;

We all exhibit odd peculiarities.

Look at the colours of the skin;

Look at each type of nose and chin;

They're different, though there are some similarities.

Right from the moment we are born,

And give that initial cry or  yawn,

Our features are in place for all to see.

It may be a baby nose at first,

But it will grow if you've been cursed

With some relation's large monstrosity.

But think how dull we'd find the world

If all hair was identi-curled

Or if all skin was of the self-same colour!

Rejoice in every oddity;

Rejoice in our variety;

Without it life would be a great deal duller.

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