I’m a bean baker, been baking beans years
You’re a cream icer, both nice cool careers
I eat Marmite, but Ma might not, I fear
Reg eats his veg at tables very near
My brother scratches pork with a fork. Queer!
My mother eats a pizza. Mamma mia!
Green beans? I do a runner. My scene’s beer
Ketchup makes me retch up. Tomatoes? Bleuurrggh!
My daughter drinks water; that should be clear
My son, try some pineapple, try some pear
Beetroot is purple: popular, I hear
Toward healthy food, stealthily we steer
Don’t hoard wealth, you can afford to be freer
A smorgasbord of pub grub’s not too dear
Thur 10 July 2008
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