Introduction

An innocuous thought to take away... (with apologies to Dorothea MACkellar)

Another poem from the prolific pen of "The Wedding Wordsmith"

Old MACdonald Did Some Harm

I love a sunburnt bovine
Or lamb on multi-grain
With pickles, sauce, and mustard
Then indigestion pain

The fries are way too salty
And, yes, a little coarse
They leave me feeling thirsty
Nay, a little hoarse (Neigh, a little horse)

They make my hands so sticky
I want to use a fork
But when I ask them for one
I find that I can't talk

The special sauce so spicy
It makes my poor mouth sting
And after just one swallow
This bird can't even sing

The buns taste rather fatty
A little like nam bread
The sauce makes me act ratty
Like cordial that's red

I ate there three times daily
On weekends, add a few
And just like Tubby Taylor
I gained a pound or two

But then my doctor warned me
My body was out-sauced
Now me and old MACdonald
Have finally got divorced

It took me twelve long months, you know
To lose my fifteen k's
Now I sport size ten swimmers
And soak up healthy rays

The moral of this story
Is plain for all to see
My new shape's thin, like Dory
That wide, round's banned, for me!

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