An ode and an elegy

Oh lovely bitings
I thrill your crispy shell
I know you’re full of greasiness
I won’t feel very well
But when the lunchtime cravings
Find me all a flutter
I have to have your loveliness
All smothering in butter

But now the Nazi gym lords
Stare at me agog
I limp along the treadmill
Awash in all the slog
Trapped where time is slowing
And skinny people mutter
I’m remembering your loveliness
All smothering in butter
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*great big miserable sigh*

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