Food Shortage
Manufacturing mistakes or fragrant fraud
Decide for yourself but the produce is flawed
Average contents fifty, on this match box of mine
But when I counted, their was only forty nine
If they sold a million match box a day, with one match short
That’s a million matches saved, theirs a thought
Misery
A box of headache pills with half the box blanks
That is enough to give you a headache, many thanks
Misery
Polo, the mint with the hole
All that mint saved by not making it a whole
Misery
Call me Ebaneezer but hold your horses please
Mints with holes and they do the same with cheese
Misery
My wife bought some skinless sausages
The pack said “Thirty Sausage” produced online
She counted them three times
There was only twenty nine
Misery
I think it is a deliberate, food production play
To cut the people short, you don’t get for what you pay
Go to your food store and pull something out to count
Just to see, if you get the right amount
Misery
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
1/1/2019
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