A tale of woe from my lunchFeeling peckish off I went to Marksies for my tucker
I bought a tikka chicken wrap that really tasted pucka.
With chicken breast wrapped in a naan
crisp lettuce and raita
It really was a smashing feed, it couldn't have been sweeter.
But as I wolfed it down, I sadly did something quite drastic
I didn't see the wrapping, now I've eaten half the plastic
The choking sounds that I produced drew dissapproving glances
And the food I managed to eject spread over wide expanses
So listen to this tale if you don't want to choke or cough
Always chew your food, don't nosh it down like piggies at a trough.
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Wed 13 Feb 2002, 7:06,
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I bought a tikka chicken wrap that really tasted pucka.
With chicken breast wrapped in a naan
crisp lettuce and raita
It really was a smashing feed, it couldn't have been sweeter.
But as I wolfed it down, I sadly did something quite drastic
I didn't see the wrapping, now I've eaten half the plastic
The choking sounds that I produced drew dissapproving glances
And the food I managed to eject spread over wide expanses
So listen to this tale if you don't want to choke or cough
Always chew your food, don't nosh it down like piggies at a trough.