HNY
I have a little toasterIts there to brown my bread
But, butter is not good for me
Its Weetabix instead
I also have a frying pan
For sausage egg and bacon
But that furs up your arteries
So its cupboard bound foresaken.
A stock of cakes made out of rice
And tasteless low fat cheese
It seems that everything thats nice
Gives you some disease
Still, I wish you all the best
For the coming brand New Year
And when its time to celebrate
Please don`t come round here !
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-12-31 at 12:02
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