The Cremation Of Mi Stew

 Last night I made a fab stew,with Yorkshire Puddings and mash for our tea
A lovely welcoming meal,made for mi gorgeous missus by me
 Tonight, I thought we'd finish it off,with chips and a giant Yorksire
But my missus with her meddling ways,did something she shouldn't ought to
 I was gently warming  my big pan,where the stew was nestled in
Not realising that under the pan,was a bright red glowing ring
 She'd turned the ring up full whack,through the glass lid,I could see it smoking
James Martin wouldn't put up with this shit,and I'm not bloody joking
 I love my missus to the ground and my heads always in a whirl
But mi stew was so cremated,it would make your bloody hair curl