This evening I didn't smoke out the flat
The fish is gone, as B.B. King once said
And chicken in batter is not so wet
The oils don't leak and burn and hurt your head
And stink the flat out, meaning that instead
Of a nice warm flat, the door has to be
Left ajar, letting in cold air, to spread
Inside and disperse the acridity
These chicken steaks were filling, too - blimey!
I ate just two. All four would make me fat!
All this talk of food, I must eat some bread
And Marmite, and yogurt immediately
Afterwards, because it's now getting late
And soon little fat me must go to bed!
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