It's Sunday afternoon at our house

And the relatives come to visit

We've cakes, jelly, pies and grouse

Sundays I wouldn't miss it.

Auntie Maureen is always the first to arrive

With her twins Harry and Henry

They're the fattest kids alive

But me mam always bakes plenty.

Next to arrive Uncle Arthur and Auntie Pat

He's a Sunday driver, leather gloves and flat cap

Auntie Pat always wears her big brimmed hat

Grandad's always last , and in a right flap.

He only lives two doors down from us

Always sits near the telly

Then tells me mam not to fuss

When Harry sneezed in the jelly,

Henry laughed till he wet his pants

Me mam said I've had enough of this

I'm not doing Sundays again, no chance

Uncle Arthur uttered don't be like that sis.

Auntie Maureen exclaimed me mam was being silly

Then walked out and slammed the door

Auntie Pat cried what a shame Lily

Me mam announced I'm not baking no more.

Grandad fell asleep in the chair

He'd has his fill of pies and cakes

I went outside to get some fresh air

But oh what good things me mam bakes.

It was a strange day at our house.

© Hazel