If I could eat my
words, I’d like them to be a fry-up
Full English Style
What’s on the Menu?
| Bacon | Streakier than our love |
| Black Pudding | Bloodier than marriage |
| Brown Soss | Hotter than a stove |
| Bubble and Squeek | Duller than a cabbage |
| Fried Liver | Blacker than her heart |
| Tea | Colder than fridges |
| Tomato | Grilled a la Carte |
| Toast | Burnt like my bridges |
| Eggs | Scrambled as my brain |
| Bangers | Exploded like a rocket |
| Beans | Refried like my pain |
| Juice | Squeezed harder than my pocket |
| Tattie Scone | Drier than her wit |
| Coffee | To bitter to even try |
| Mushrooms | Fed up with her shit |
| Porridge...?? | Now it's time to fly |
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