Sunday 19 February 2017

The Fry-up Police

The other day I spoke to my niece,
she said she'd had a visit from the fry-up police.
Renting a cafe on a ten year lease,
along with her boyfriend, whose name is Rhys,
he wears a Miami Dolphins fleece.
Unfounded rumours of excessive grease,
try as they might they can't get no peace,
so they talk to me for neurotic release,
and I listen real good and then I pen this piece
which I'm dedicating to the fry-up police.
C'mon man, this has got to cease :
Who the hell are the fry-up police?


Capability Red        Feb 2017

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