Here's an unbelievably bad poem I wrote years ago. It was published in the school magazine but, strangely, fame and fortune did not follow!
Kentucky fried chicken
Fried eggs on toast
Sausages and bacon
And of course a Sunday roast
Cakes with lots of icing
Lots of bread and jam
Beef with Yorkshire pud
Or boiled eggs and ham
These are the foods that Wilbur likes
And this is only his lunch
For pudding he has rock cakes
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