Sausage Frenzy

Our daughter was at a function,
Parents expected to work,
They gave me six kilos of sausages,
And a barbeque to go berserk.
An hour later I was exhausted,
Sautéed in my own sweat,
Covered in congealed fat,
And as weary as you can get.
I staggered home for a shower,
A friend had invited me 'round,
For bourbon and four guitarists,
To work on our metal sound.
We were hammering out the classics,
God gave me what I deserved,
My friend's wife brought us dinner,
And it was sausages that she served.