Friday, 2 March 2012

There's No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

I stole some pickle from work
I’m such a berk
I could get sacked
Backed and cracked.
It’s just the sandwich at hand
Was so bland
It needed a lift.

So do I.

And what’s more I took too much
I spoiled the feast
The hardened form of milk
In Tesco’s Value
Medium sliced yeast

Infection, is what it felt like
And on reflection
I wasn’t really needy
Just greedy.

But now I must eat the evidence of the deed