Its not like it tastes on Boxing Day
because its not made with those sprouts
and potatoes, while the shallots you got
out of someone’s allotment
won’t cook to a mush,
like those from Sainsbury’s,
purchased in a Christmas rush.
Yule tide tom foolery arrives soon enough,
but you can’t recreate the taste of left over stuff;
the mess discarded from a groaning festive feast,
in the middle of May, as buds burst beyond Easter.
For a true authentic taste you have to wait,
till bubbles are flat, the mash wears a crusty hat
and the onions curl round the sprouts,
as all starts to imperceptibly decay,
the morning after Christmas Day.