Sunday Lunch

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Fire up the barbecue, father it's time
There's gin in your tonic, there's lemon and lime
Though Winter is coming, the sun's shining bright
Everything is all right
An end is in sight

Though mother's quite chilly, the kids think it's fine
To choose an exterior in which to dine
So out with the sausages, drumsticks and ribs
All eyes on his nibs, who'll get the first dibs?

At the foot of the garden a bonfire is burning
The smoky aroma sets their stomachs yearning
But the bangers smell different from mum's usual fare
Recognise if you dare, that scent of singed hair

Oh father, pray tell us where mother is hiding
The look on his face says he still is deciding
To tell or to not tell the fate of his spouse
Who, try as we might, can't be found in this house

With a look of embarrassment, tinged with mischief
He offers an answer that beggars belief
With a crack from the bonfire they all turn around
There's a sizzling sound, as it falls to the ground

Now dad's misdemeanour is clearly revealed
A wedding ringed finger, all burnt and congealed
(What's going on, dad? Yeah, come on, tell us!)
His son demands answers, so brazen and bold
All right, son - if the truth should be told
(Yeah, come on - let's 'ave it!)
She was feeling quite cold...

I turn from my father and stifling a cry
I pick up a skewer and plunge it through his eye

So, fire up the barbecue, father it's time
There's gin in your tonic, there's lemon and lime
Though Winter is coming, the sun still shines bright
Everything is all right
There's an ending in sight

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