“Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot’s mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.”—Terry Pratchett
I must stop eating Snickers I can’t fit in my knickers Have less food on my plate Won’t moan about my weight
(Jan Allison)
I’m trying a new ‘see food’ diet I’d recommend that you all try it Any food will do Nothing’s bad for you ... It's no wonder my trousers don’t fit!
(Jan Allison)
I endured burnt offerings at the table - A meal ‘cooked’ by my mother in law If I hadn’t been married her lovely son I’d have walked straight out of the door!
I heaved at every charred mouthful Smiled, and said the meal was ‘divine’ She told me she’d had cookery lessons But her food was only fit to feed swine!
Is my poem just a fairy story Or is it a clever allegory?
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