Now for today, now what's happened today?
So busy at work, unexpectedly
My soup delayed til three, work, I obey
Lovely lentil and bacon flavour - the
Epitome of taste-bud sorcery
Not that long afterwards, consolation
Time to leave the office, a time for me
To head for more taste-bud titillation
And yet I've not yet stuffed sausages in
Mind you, I've got no sausages. They're way
Up there in my mind today, a story
Was told at work about them. They're poison
If uncooked but they were scoffed by some guy
In Manchester. Is he dead? Well, maybe!
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