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Taken from the fridge onto a oven tray 
Will eventually be consumed for my tea today 
They were prodded and poked by a fork
No escape for them and can't go for a walk 

In the oven now on gas mark eight 
Thirty minutes is all I will have to wait
Think I will go mad and open a tin of beans
A luxury meal served in my t shirt and jeans 

Before you ask I did duly check and make sure 
I had to if I'm honest as I closed the oven door
All the sausages were no more than two metres apart
A meal that will bring happiness to my heart

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Pratibha Savani

🤣🤣🤣 sausages 2 meters apart!! 
Love the narrative kept me engaged and made me smile 💜