When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.
And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.
A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.
The codfish is a staple food For which I'm seldom in the mood. This fish is such an utter loss That people eat it with egg sauce.
