Judy's Lament
The chips they sizzled on the campfire red
And the tea was cooking, when Judy said,
"It's baked beans, French bread, chips tonight
So, no-one argues and you'll be right.
We've all had fun a great day spent
On the houseboat, round the bend we went
But now I'm tired, and the suns gone down
So, wait a while for the chips to brown.
It's time to dish, but this handles hot
Oh shit, now look I've lost the lot,
The bloody pan has tipped and spilled
I should have known, not fried but grilled
Well now, it is just bread and beans
My cooking' doomed tonight it seems.
What's that Stu? Oh, for God's sake try
Just eat what's there, and please don't cry.
What now? Oh no, put out the flame
The French breads gone, so don't complain.
Now listen Mick, don't push your luck
Sit down, shut up and eat the muck.
I'll make some more, the French have won
Just get an egg and I'll be done,
Oh, stuff and hell I've dropped the pot
I'll scoop it from the tabletop.
I can't believe this night's so wrong
From bad to worse should be my song.
Tomorrow night It's take away
But for tonight, just burn the plate.
Christine
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Author Notes
This was written a few years ago while camping with friends and out kids and Judy cooked but everything that could go wrong did and we ended up with a tribe of hungry disgruntled husbands and kids. It was actually funny too and we could laugh about it and still do
Judy my friend
Stu one of Judy's sons
Mick, Judy's husband
Hope you enjoy it
Thanks to Jean A Cormier for the image Fried Eggs
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