Dad’s Cooking
It is long past my dinner time
and I’m feeling blue.
Dad
believes that he’s a chef,
but
he doesn’t have a clue.
The
leg of lamb is ruined,
and
so is the tuna-bake.
He
doesn’t heed the cooking times,
a
really big mistake!
But
Dad refused to pull the plug,
and
so he tackled toast.
But
even this was difficult,
he burnt
it like the roast.
Now
my stomach’s grumbling,
this
happens every day.
Dad repeats his usual words,
‘Let’s
order take-away.’
