Percy Family
In the finest palace,
In all Estragales,
Live the Percy Family.
With the greatest larders,
Filled with mains and starters,
And desserts and canapés.
An aperitif,
Will give a gentle lift,
To the bacon wrapped with brie,
On a silver platter,
With exotic cheeses,
From the Percy dairy.
In a dining chamber,
Of exquisite splender,
Sit the Percy Family.
A delicious claret,
Will refresh the palette
While they serve the roast poultry.
An array of game,
From the hunt today,
Has been sautéed, boiled or stewed.
Hear the genteel laughter
And occasional outbursts,
On the latest family feud.
In the sun drenched gardens,
In the shade of arbours,
Laze the Percy Family.
Where the picnic hampers,
And a few decanters,
Have been drained most eagerly.
There is nothing to do,
But plan a marriage or two,
With obligatory signed contracts.
Drinking port and sherry,
The discussion’s merry,
As they fleece the latest catch
At the grandest gatherings
‘Mid the courtly dancing
Stand the Percy Family
They’ll be understated,
If inebriated,
As they view the social scene.
They’ll retire in time,
To take a fortified wine,
With a tray of ham and pork.
It’s a family motto,
As they pour the bottle,
That there always must be port!
Coda
There may well be brandy,
With the Percy Family...
But there must always...
Always...
Always...
Always must be port!
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(OC Author - Jamie Wakefield)