[carol m]

Hmm, harder and larder
That's quite a conundrum
The constant dilemma
Between feeding the tum
And going to work -
Yes, I know we do both
But one is a pleasure
And one makes us loath
To leave all our toys
To earn a small crust
And a chat with the boys......

Well that's kind of neat
I've returned to my crust lust
As I binge and I eat
My way, as I must
Till I can't see my feet...
I don't know where I'm going
And my rhymes are messed up
And I'm not even hungry
So I'd best feed the Pup
And stop all this duelling
With words and ideas
And thoughts of re-fuelling...

I can't think of an ending
So I'll grab my guitar
And practice some bending
And bid you 'Ta Ra' (for now)