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Eating Song
Lunch comes in at the mouth,
And weight goes onto the thighs, And all we learned in our youth Is hatred of exercise. I lift my fork to my mouth, While reaching for the fries. December 2005
From the Daily Whale.
Parody of
“Drinking Song” by
W.B. Yeats.
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