I spoke some harsh words to my sausage
As I stood by the stove in one slipper.
Be evenly brown,
You tubby round clown
Or I’ll cast you aside for a kipper.
But as a sausage is prone to do,
It sizzled aloof in the pan.
I patiently sighed,
And swallowed my pride.
Such is life for the ditty man.
© Copyright Philip Barton, February 26th, 2026, All rights reserved
