SING A SONG OF NONSENSE

Sing a song of nonsense, a pocket full of sweets,
Four and twenty apple pies we ate for Sunday treats.
And then for evening dinner, we consumed a tasty fill.
Of fatty meat, potatoes FRIED; those dumplings fit the bill.

 

On Monday we ate much the same, on Tuesday even more.
On Wednesday added pudding pie and chocolate puffs galore.
On Thursday we went out to eat, a meal to fit a king.
On Friday we decided that a banquet's just the thing.

 

On Saturday we took our feet and stood upon a scale.
The needle gauge moved quickly then we all began to wail.
"Oh dear we've been so very dumb, desires satiate.
My goodness gracious, now we're sad, we'd better lose some weight.

 

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