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Originally Posted by John Whitworth
I thought I'd have another go.
Fat is Good 2
It's the Lardy arses of the Working Classes
That make Great Britain great.
It's the haddock suppers, though we're on our uppers,
That fortify the State.
It's the gamin gutties with their thick chip butties
That prove we're on the ball.
It's the baked bean buyers and the Mars Bar fryers
That keep us walking tall.
So set us in our greasy spoons
To gorge on corned beef hash,
Big sticky buns and macaroons,
Fried sausages and mash.
It's the pendant bellies crammed with jams and jellies
That make us what we are.
It's the sweet tea slurping and the beery burping
That win us the cigar.
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Appropriately and deliciously gross, John. But I started thinking about the third stanza, which diverges from the pattern, and came up with the following, although it doesn't exactly match your rather tricky metre:
On bums like half-moons, we sit in ‘greasy spoons’
To gorge on corned beef hash,
Macaroons, sticky buns, treacle pudding in tons,
Fried sausages and mash.
P.S. On reflection, John, your variant third stanza may be a good idea, so feel free to forget my preceding remarks.