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Big Banger Blunder

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The sausages were counted

The oven was turned on

The day it was a Wednesday

So what could then go wrong

The spuds and carrots had been peeled

The frozen peas in pan

Supper then a game of cards

At least that was the plan

But then the realisation

Of rummy night postponed

At least a fleeting memory

Confirmed when Pete I phoned

But he said cook the bangers

And freeze them when they're cold

Then thaw them out to casserole

It seems I'm not too old

To learn to put in diary

Such dates and not forget

The time of my big blunder

When all alone I ate.

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