You'd like my dumplins
all sizzling in my meat
my dumplins l know you'd like to meet
l'm trained, to, at gravy
learnt that in the navy
well, actully the sea cadets.
What you eat is what you get
McDonalds boxes round your legs
so for my dumplins you may beg.
McDonalds boxes
attracting the foxes
to me it's stark
when your in the park
eating your rubbish from cardboard boxes..Hey! !
Don't you start before l've finished 'cos
l can't see your feet mate
for McDonalds boxes
so if you'd like to meet mate
my dumplins so soft and round
come around
as my dumplins don't abound much anymore...
My dumplins..10.
McDonalds...0
Chewing the box..1
lf you can tell the difference! ! ! ! !
Those dumplins needed a bit of inspired work on them to make them tasty.Time and effort eventually paid off for others to enjoy.... but the flavour still lingers. Sid.
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Again effectively making me hungry. With no dumplings aroumd I may have to run to town and round the thighs much to my husbands shigrin. Delightful now a very late din din!