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

Speedily.