Typically,
Australian-ly,
sometimes I do,
switch on TV.
I – watch – my – tax – dollars – go,
as – they – make – another – show.
And – watch – them – try – to – poison – us,
corrupting and twisting – up my guts.
They fried those noodles,
nice and hot.
An Asian stirring,
up the pot.
Wacked those flavors,
all in too,
spiking salts,
its the thing to do.
Slice that sausage,
nice and thin,
fry it up,
so the trans-fats are in.
Add some oil,
add some butter,
not enough fat?
you can add some other..
Once you’ve finished
you pile of trans salt,
assuming your still moving,
and haven’t run off like Bolt.
You grab your paper,
and wipe it down,
because the paper here,
see sales are down.
Then we grab,
a early egg,
and fried that too,
sure your not dead?
Surround it all,
with flakes of cheese,
you’ll find it packaged,
down isle three’s.
So once its burnt,
and fried away,
dump it onto
the noodles of the day.
Top it off,
with a little spring onion,
because without farting,
you’ll be bloating to heaven.
I doubt that any Aussie I know,
will be adding onion,
or cooking to go.
I don’t think,
that’s good advice,
AND I’M ADVISING YOU
TO THINK ABOUT IT TWICE…
Beans and rice,
vegies and tea,
couple of days
and you’ll feel like me.