27 – Eating In

Poem number 27
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Eating In
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I tried to eat some bolognese
It dribbled down my chin
I tried to make a pizza
But the base was far too thin
I tried to eat spaghetti
It untwisted in my lap
So now I’m eating pie and mash
Italian food is crap.

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