by Martin Anton Smith

If you fancy a Sunday roast,

And the-day-so-far’s been kind,

Don’t relax oh that too much,

Coz the phone’s rung & you’ve been ‘Brianed’!

And now it’s time to rush too-and-fro,

For the dishes and the dust must now go.

Oh why-oh-why couldn’t he ring earlier?

But then again, If he had, you wouldn’t be ‘Brianed’!

And now he’s arrived with Audi in tow,

But I ask myself – Does the dust still show?

How silly of me to think like that!

I’ll resign to accept, that “I’ve been Brianed”