A big box of chocolates sits on my desk,
We had eaten enough that they’d last…
So on Boxing Day, in a decadent move,
I could use them for breaking my fast.
There’ll be turkey sandwiches, cake and mince pies
And the leftover trifle for tea,
The last sausage roll and a sliver of cheese
Will be plenty for small dog and me.
The small dog and I overate just a bit,
What with Yorkshires and roasties and stuff,
But there are leftovers to finish today
And there will be more than enough.
It was cooked to perfection, that seasonal feast,
Bringing memories back with each taste…
But memories linger, and with every bite,
They are lingering now on my waist.
That big box of chocolates will soon be no more
And the trifle no more than a ghost…
So after today, as our waistlines dictate,
We’ll be dining on nothing but toast.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I love this poem, it has a nice rhythm to it and I like dogs as well. If you don’t mind I would love to reblog this on my poetry corner. Hopefully, others will visit your page and read more of your work!
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Sorry I meant animals in general, not just dogs.
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I understand… so do I, although the Small Dog has a special place in my heart 🙂
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Nice 😁. We are on the same wavelength
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So it would seem 🙂
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Thank you…I appreciate that 🙂
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No worries. I enjoyed reading your work
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🙂
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Reblogged this on KG Bethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone! I hope you guys enjoyed the holidays or a winter break, whichever you prefer. Tonight is another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week I am featuring a wonderful poem name Sue Vincent and her poem is called “Remains of the day.” Here’s a hint, if you like dogs I am sure you will enjoy this work. Also please visit her blog and read more of her work.
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Same at our house. Glad you had a great Christmas and the small dog got lots of treats. xo
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The small dog had a great day 🙂
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This is a wonderful poem. Happy memories of a feast.
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Happy…and measurable 😉
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Cool! 💖😍
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I think we managed to cook pretty well for just the four of us. Just one container of leftovers! And Lil Man wants those in a sandwich!
But its the naughty treats that are still everywhere!!
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Ihad no intention of being that precise… I shouldn’t have to cook much for the rest of the week 😉
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Well that’s a good thing!!!
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Oh yes 🙂
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Oh, I love this
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Thanks, Beth 🙂
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We have the same, Sue. A mountain of left overs including the last of a delicious black forest trifle.
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It will soon go… and saves on cooking today 🙂
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We finished all the Yorkshire! But plenty of treats and sandwich makings, and the girls are doing the cookies tomorrow. That diet will need to wait. (K)
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Same here, I’m afraid… but then, new year is soon enough for dieting 😉
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Love the poem Sue. My sentiments exactly with the waist. Maggie would have had her own dinner and titbits besides. I can see you and Ani, content and full, snoozing in front of the TV. Wonderful.
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That’s pretty much the picture here…
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😀 😀 😀
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It sounds like I missed a fun feast Sue! May the new year bring more love and laughter.
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You did, Brad… but with social distancing, what can one do? 😉
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🙂
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We did a buffet style meal, and there were enough leftovers that all of us have some for today, and some of us will have a few bits to nibble on over the next few days. We won’t talk about how many extra treats were involved. 😉
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Best not mention the extra treats… I appear to have a fair few left 🙂
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I did vaguely think about hiding some of the chocolates but… that’s not really in the spirit of things, is it? So, we’ll eat them and not have any more for a long, long time.
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It is the first year I’ve had chocolates iven… so I feel obliged to do them justice 🙂
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Sounds like our house.. Mince pies for breakfast! ❤
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It has to be done. ❤
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Lovely and true poem, Sue. My husband has removed the box of chocolates so we’re not tempted. But in a moment I’ll be going to heat up the leftovers!
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I am taking the safest route with the chocolates…once they are all gone, I can’t eat them 😉
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Isn’t it always the way!
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Heh, yes plain toast! 😀 … at least until tomorrow! 😀
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Maybe after new year 😉
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just plain toast? not even butter?
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I might stretch to butter 😉
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🙂
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And boy, we enjoyed every bite of it! 😉
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Same here 🙂
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Good for you. I hope you enjoyed every bite. ❤
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I did ❤ 😀
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Good! 🙂 xx
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A lovely poem Sue…my eating is still going on and no doubt will until the New Year is over…sigh
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I’m not feeling up to doing the festive food justice really…
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I couldn’t like that comment, Sue just sending a virtual hug as I have no words which are remotely adequate xxx
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I’m still here, so that’s a win for starters 🙂 xx
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Absolutely, Sue xx
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