Steak pies are tasty, yes they are
They smell like heaven or maybe new laid tar
When its almost time for tea or lunch
I whip it out and have a munch
Yesterday I had a mince steak pie
It was so tasty and warm I can not lie
Except for the hair in the fresh dough
My mind decided to go on a slow work low
I fell fast asleep in my stinky chair
My mind was under my greasy hair
Little did I know I would soon learn
That a tief entered the terrace to steel an urn
A hullabaloo and a crazy cocatoo
Ran screaming out of the upstairs office loo
Who the heckle is this it cried!
I stuttered and thought, but then I lied…
It wasn’t me I swear, I swore
It was the pie and gravy that I bore!
Im on guard oh yes its true
That hair in the pie made me blue!
The end
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