Omelette from hell.
the onion was bad,
I should have known;
and now I can hear,
my stomach groan.
an omelette for me,
was the desire;
but indigestion,
burns like a fire.
When you were younger you wouldn’t have noticed 
we need to look after our stomachs!
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