I Miss Your Roast Dinners
In the game of love
Neither of us came out as winners
I don’t long for those days
But I miss your roast dinners
We often argued
Sometimes lied
But your roast potatoes
Were extra crispy & soft inside
All our dreams
Ended in the trash
But I often think
About your creamy mash
Our strained relationship
Was little more than a sham
But I never stopped loving
Your minted roast lamb
Our time together
Wasn’t a stroll in the park
But we had your gravy
So rich and dark
Divorce is messy
There are no winners
If only I’d got custody
Of your roast dinners
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