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A Sonnet Dedicated to British Supermarkets and Fast Food Caffs

O let us sing a song of gorgeous British food
Roast beef, fish 'n' chips and lovely Brummy balti;
Some of it is bad and some of it is good
(and yummy TV dinners...Mmmmm... they're really salty).
But the finest treats are Findus beef lasagne
(with its extra secret subtle basinful of horse),
And ne'er forget a burger a la espa-na-ya,
(made from minced-up donkeys' genitals of course).

Britain's Chinese restaurants are also velly nice-y
They serve food so tasty, and so low in fat,
(and no one cares if Sichuan Chicken, hot 'n' spicy,
includes some choice cuts from your neighbour's missing cat).
School and hospital canteens, the gourmet paradise,
Serving pigswill on the cheap - obese kids know it's very nice.

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You are as a Shakespeare only of the new era.
Funny and light of heart.
It's all good to me.
Later,

~Mark~

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And a lot funnier! Love it. Don't forget the kebabs opposite the pub, that were found to made out of pigeons hmmmm. I think it was in Brighton.

Made me think of every after pup/b (Freudian slip?) curry I ever endured in Newark On Trent.

Thank you,

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

Newark is famous for the proletarian nature of its curry houses where you only get cat vindaloo on feast days. Otherwise it's rodent time.

Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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The things that comprised kebabs in a number of infamous kebab houses. None would question. Until the morning after, where the remnants of the kebab could be found, loosely wrapped in chip paper. In it's solidified, congealed state, it more resembled cardboard, but, to the the discerning kebab apologist, 2 mins in the microwave would return it to an edibble state, hence breakfast.
I wonder sometimes how so many of that generation survived.

Cheers.
Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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