As I went on a day trip to Carnoustie
I found that sandwiches had gone foosty
What could I do
There was nothing to eat
Except mouldy bread
And discoloured meat
I thought that if I could find a baker
I’d get a pie, a milk shake or
Perhaps a sausage roll
But that would take its toll
On my delicate tummy
I should have relied on mummy
No more will I venture without
A lunch pre-packed by mother dearest
She does it with endless love
For her next and nearest
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