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Finbar's Food Adventure

A little old man called Finbar McGann Survived on a diet of spinach and spam. Occasionally cabbage he dined on as well, but hated the way it made his house smell. One day when he woke, it’s hard to tell why. He thought there are foods I really should try. He picked up his coat and headed for town Deciding to try every restaurant around. He first had a pizza he gobbled quick smart Then ordered some pasta and blueberry tart He sampled Chinese food, then a kebab. A rather hot curry he scoffed after that. Although he was full he wanted to glean Which was tastiest kind of cuisine. There were so many foods he’d need to digest In order to reach the end of his quest. He gorged on fried chicken, burgers and chips Then looked at the menu licking his lips. The beef bourguignon he gobbled with glee Then asked the waiter to bring him the cheese. Although his insides were starting to hurt Finbar decided to try some dessert. Ice cream, meringue, chocolate gateaux. Which was the nicest? He just had to know. Although he enjoyed every morsel he ate He had to admit, he was not feeling great. He swallowed a pill to ease indigestion Ignoring discomfort to answer his question. Still wanting more, just one final dish Finbar Mc Gann ordered the fish. Cooked to perfection the cod was delightful But Mr Mc Gann was now feeling frightful. His stomach swelled up with an ominous gurgle He started to sweat, his features turned purple His tongue, now quite numb, his taste buds eroded Finbar mc Gann gave a groan, and exploded.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/26/2013 5:03:00 AM
A good poem, I like it! - Wishing you a beautiful Easter! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 3/23/2013 9:36:00 AM
beautiful poem, well written. In such a windy and snowy day, reading this piece just completes my relaxation. What a poem!
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