I had shepherds’ pie for my breakfast…
It isn’t as bad as it seems…
After nearly a week of not eating a thing
A good meal was the stuff of my dreams.
A mouthful of toast had been madness…
A yoghurt as good as it got…
After turning my stomach with every delight
I would rather go hungry than not.
It is not like I didn’t give it my best shot
I had cooked and attempted to chew it,
And although I could probably lose the odd pound*
This was not the best way I could do it.
I’d stocked up the fridge, there was good stuff to eat
But here all I was doing was picking…
The fish ate their way through the nice crispy veg
While the dog ate her way through the chicken.
I had just about given up trying to eat,
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