Bangers & Mash

Simple sausage, beans and mash
tickles the tastebuds; saves on cash;
helps the waistline cut a dash
after yuletide's annual bash.

Simple sausage, mash and beans,
(never mind there are no greens);
now you'll fit inside your jeans:
that's what Happy New Year means!

poem © Celia Warren 2012

Awake much of the night listening to the gales. They died down at precisely 11.15a.m. when birds suddenly emerged to feed. Now the rain's stopped, too, and we have blue sky. Hooray! EDIT: Half an hour after posting this, the deluging rain is back with a vengeance. Grr!