Fruit, veg and salad he simply won't eat.
I find his refusal quite pervy.
Yet he shovels down dumplings, potatoes and meat -
It's a wonder he doesn't have scurvy.
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2 comments:
He should have come to our house for 'tea';
There was steak and kid. pud. made by me,
Potatoes too, mashed with butter and cream,
But the four fresh vegs might've made him scream.
:-))))
They definitely would have done! Funny thing is, when they tested him in hospital, he had the correct amounts of minerals and vitamins in his diet. Odd, that! Perhaps he sneaks down in the night and eats carrots...
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