So tasty, no you can’t beat oily fish
So tender, melting as the fork can tell
It’s luxurious taste more than you could wish
I can still taste it on my grateful lips
Best meal I’ve had for days, I’ve not ate much
Over the weekend, more interested in sips
And slugs of beer, I didn’t lose my touch
But my day off’s nearly dead in a ditch
With work tomorrow I can’t be a fool
I need to behave now and real sharpish
So I’ll stay on Netflix, and what to watch?
Saw The Last of the Czars, Bolsheviks killed
Them. Now, World War Two in colour. Tanks rush
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