Sundays he cuts first his Yorkshire Pudding

Sundays he cuts first his Yorkshire Pudding

Sundays he cuts first his Yorkshire Pudding

Sundays he cuts first his Yorkshire pudding I cut first my Yorkshire
pudding she stands in the kitchen smoking later he will say an
unkind thing the whole of the world is arranged around our
television set later I will step over his drunk white and                   
out of work body

Sundays she stands in the kitchen tenderizing a cow the cow of
course is dead and wrapped up in cling film he stopped years ago
cleaning his teeth years ago he put his toothbrush away and turned
his back on the bathroom sink for good

I cut first my Yorkshire pudding she wears her endless wedding ring
removes her wedding ring to do the washing up alone later he will
say an unkind thing I will step over his drunk white and                 
out of work body

The cow of course is dead the cow is covered in gravy now there are
also peas Sundays there was a tooth on his pillow which he hid he
hid it the whole of the world is arranged around that tooth now in
hiding or the gaps in his mouth later she will do the washing up

take off her ring later he will say an unkind thing there are also peas
the television set is speaking to the room the room is silent    I cut
first my Yorkshire pudding again I am zipped up and frantic with
fear   the cow of course is dead honey glazed potatoes