On convenience foods of the past
Felt like doing something for the #nonet challenge. Didn't have a clue what I was going to writer. This happened.
(The dangers of songwriting while hungry)
Who’s that making gravy for my tea?
Thick, brown like it’s the seventies
And ice-cream scooped on my plate
Spuds that you rehydrate
For mash get smash, man
Ahhh, it’s the
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