It was the full English breakfast with extras that did it,
Wetherspoons got rid of the evidence, but my gluttony hung like a tyre around my waist,
at last I was sated but I still wondered why I hadn't ordered some potatoes with a hot shepherds pie.
Holidays become me
and the blimp in my tummy
reminds me to go on a diet.
But it's back to earth with a bump
as I jump out of my bed
and instead of the beach
it is work
I must reach before nine.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
It was the full English breakfast with extras that did it,
Wetherspoons got rid of the evidence, but my gluttony hung like a tyre around my waist,
at last I was sated but I still wondered why I hadn't ordered some potatoes with a hot shepherds pie.
Holidays become me
and the blimp in my tummy
reminds me to go on a diet.
But it's back to earth with a bump
as I jump out of my bed
and instead of the beach
it is work
I must reach before nine.
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