The Song Of The Sausages

Sausages are such peculiar things

When they split and spark and almost sing

In the pan they create a familiar tune

That takes over the whole room.

They sizzle and fry and chuck out grease

While you try to keep them in one piece

Cheese and onion

Or pork and leek

It's so strange how

These sausages speak.
 

They slip and slide

Around the pan

While you do all you can

To stop yourself catching their hot spray

After all it's been a long day.
 

Sausages are quick to cook

Comfort food

Now I'm in a Richmond mood.
Make me gravy

Put the kettle on

Whilst the sausages sing their song.