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Breakfast at Ikea
Dad, please stop going to Ikea,
for your wellbeing to me is quite dear.
The breakfasts are cheap there, I grant you,
you can drink as much tea as you want to.
It costs just one pound and you like it,
it's so near to your house, you could bike it.
But although these cooked breakfasts appeal,
in the long run it's not a good deal.
Now, I'd never demand you go veggie,
but what's served on those plates makes me edgy.
The meat there may taste quite delicious,
but its origins are decidedly suspicious.
Take the sausages for one, have you thought,
that what's in them might not be just pork?
(every day in the street I fear,
a chihuahua or two disappear)
What they serve up, who knows? but I wager,
they pump it all up with flavour.
Now, perhaps our opinions here vary,
all I say is to be somewhat wary.
you want to eat meat and you're sure,
but why from a furniture store?
But I shan't go on, I assure you,
for I know these things tend to bore you;
now, I don't mean to nag, no, far from it,
or give advice that's not wanted,
and I know it's not my concern
that Ikea sausages you yearn,
but all that glitters isn't gold,
and not everything on sale should be sold.
So although Friday morning you career,
to spend your one pound down Ikea,
could you not buy a breakfast, I beg?
But buy a new bookshelf instead?
It's a useful object they sell you,
and will be of more nutritional value.