For us or A-- ginstersA Poem by teddybardBack in hospital first Meal.This thing arrived upon a plate be fair it wasn't truly great it seemed to have apastry base a soggy crust, a lack of taste.
Whatever it contained inside it was a while xince it had died accompanied by a lump of spud a dollop scoopedx potato pud.
and one fresh mess of garden peas which sat there in comple4te unease alongside lumpy brown goo, maybe congealed sometghing, maybe gravy.
It's Ginsters they said in happy chorus I'm sure as hell it wasn't for us. © 2011 teddybardAuthor's Note
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