Sunday dinner

by Mild insomnia   Oct 8, 2004


I'm sitting at the table,
As my parents serve up dinner(du du du)
I know I will pee myself if I'm not able,
To be excused to get myself to the loo.

In my lake of bisto gravy,
And yorkshire puddings with roast beef,
Family dinner somebody save me,
Before I chuck my plate and choke on peas.

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