Roast beef, lots of veg,
Crisp, gold-brown Yorkshire puddings:
Swimming in gravy!
So right indeed nothing better especially in the good old days when you cold enjoy a pub lunch out in the beer garden on a sunny Sunday afternoon with good grub, good company and a pint, watching the world go by. Ah, I can smell the aroma's already. And that gravy's to die for. Thanks for sharing your tasty haiku poem Dominic and the now recalled memories.10+ and thanks again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun...I thought I'd celebrate British cuisine...gives me something else to write about I suppose.