Diet CokeA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe buffets busy, people can't wait The rush Is on to fill their plates Grub piled high that covers their face All devoured, they leave no trace The salad bar has got the sack They won't be eating, crap like that Cake and stodge are next to consume Even though, they have no room With a mix of farts and massive burps The diners got their monies worth Most build like a family car They start to waddle to the bar The game goes on to fill their guts Bar snacks, crisps, and bags of nuts Mission accomplished, they scoff the lot With Bellies all, about to pop The night Is drawing, to a close Time for a burger I suppose What makes me laugh, Is just a joke Is they wash It all down, with a diet coke
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1 Review Added on October 3, 2016 Last Updated on October 3, 2016 AuthorDEAN FARNELLHENLOW, BEDFORD, United KingdomAboutQUIRKY SINGER HORROR SONG WRITER & QUIRKY AND DARK HORROR POETRY WRITER. more..Writing
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