For Sunday dinner I had a roast.
It spent too long in the oven and so now it's toast.
She came over in her Sunday best.
She thought that I spoke in jest.
Surely you are not serious sir?
When did this unhappy event occur?
I opened my laptop at at five past three,
it seems I got addicted to RHP.
The joint of meat is now burnt black,
no longer a boyfriend I got the sack.
So now I'm dining all alone,
with tea and toast and no calls on the phone 🙁