A daft ditty inspired by my Saturday night chippie tea.
Maks ye fairly smack yer lips,
Mealy pud, mealy pud,
Nithin’s even half sae good,
As mealy pud.
A ticky salt an’ loads o’ sauce,
Then in a paper baggie toss,
Ye dinnae like? Weel that’s yer loss,
Leaves mair fer me,
‘Cos I can eat enough fer twa,
Jist ye see!
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