Sunday, 28 December 2014

Peeling Potatoes

I’ve opened a present, a bottle of Schnapps
My favourite, Archers, peach flavour
I’m peeling potatoes and just dare not lapse
Cause my roasties are something to savour.

I’ve eaten four mince pies laced liberally with rum.
I’m still peeling but feel rather weepy.
So I've gulped down some whisky. It's warming my tum,
But potatoes are making me sleepy.

They’re inside watching telly. That’s fine. It’s ok.
Come the adverts, they all want a cuppa.
It’s a Peach Schnapps for me. I feel better that way
When I’m peeling potatoes for supper.

I’ve made them all tea and they’re watching a play
So I’m peeling potatoes like crazy
But the kitchen is starting to gently sway
And I’m feeling incredibly lazy.

I’ll just rest for a while. I’ll slide onto the floor
I know one thing without any doubt,
I’m sorry. I can’t peel potatoes no more
Cause I fear I’m about to pass…



21 comments:

  1. It's sloe gin in my case..............

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    1. Oooh! I've never tried sloe gin. Gin and tonic, but never sloe. Is there a difference?

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    2. Sloe gin is lovely.It is a bit of a bother making it oneself
      with all that "pricking" of the sloes. Petra.

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  2. Hi Ros - lovely post .. so likely to be true at this time of year ... everyone happily entertaining themselves, or being entertained ... the cook of the house' banished' to get on with the next meal ... I hope you had lots of uplifting music blasting out ... while you slurped, slid the peeler down a potato side, slurped some more, perused the garden ... etc etc etc ... before slipping quietly into a comfy chair ... not the floor!

    I can just see it .. cheers! Hilary

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    1. I always play my music while I'm in the kitchen, Hilary, and don't worry. It's poetic licence. I haven't really sunk to the floor... yet!

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  3. Hic!! Cheers, Ros - I hope a smidgeon of this was true - I'd hate to think of you alone in the kitchen with no comforting!

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    1. The proof is in the photo. The Archers is for real ;-)

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  4. I'm usually not allowed near sharp utensils. I'd have to sit at the table and pour for you. Very cute poem.

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  5. Brilliant, Ros! This is just how it goes :)

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    1. It was meant as a joke but it has verged on the truth I'm afraid, Val!

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  6. I love your poems! Haven't had one for a while!

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    1. No, it has been a while. I have to wait for the inspiration!

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  7. Brilliant! Loved it! Darn lazy family - if they can't even peel a spud with you they don't deserve any dinner!

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    1. They really weren't quite as horrid as the poem implied - honest!

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  8. Love your poems the apArchers sounds lovely too. I have a bottle of Woo Woo and one of blue vodka,lol!

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  9. Brilliant! And I swear I thought of that word before I read the other comments.

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  10. What a fun poem! Peach schnapps is definitely yummy. One of our sons gave me a bottle of Godiva chocolate liqueur for Christmas, and it is dangerously delicious, too. It's like chocolate milk with a little kick.

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  11. What a fun and clever poem, Rosalind! It's a good sign that the bottle is still standing, though it's hard to tell if you polished it off in one peeling! Happy New Year!

    Julie

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