Bedtime Hunger

Bedtime hunger's
On his mind
He dreams of meals
Tasty and sublime
But instead,
Before he rests his head
He'll eat Tesco Everyday Value Bran flakes
Instead.

Free Fish

He wakes up early
To get free fish
The sort that swim
Not served in a dish
The end prize is weighed
Against the price to be paid
That is in this case
A much longer day
For he wakes up early
To get free fish.

Clearly the author of the vers is an enthusiastic over the abstract concept of 'free fish' in what can only be interpreted as a graceful stand against the clanky contemporary Capitalism of the western world. The poem speaks of a time when there may be 'no such thing as a free lunch,' but the concept of 'free fish' is never to be overlooked.

Drinking Game

They drink what's left
But, alas, in vain
The alcohol's sparse
And the taste is a pain
Shot glasses are egg cups
And the tables a stool
When the alcohol's gone
They'll be left looking like fools.

Morning Hunger

Wakes up hungry
But the effort to move
Is more than he can ever
Be bothered to prove
A saucepan in the fridge
He could eat it is true
But then he remembers
That he'd still have to chew.

Murray

Murray here, Murray there
People cannot help but stare

Murray lost or Murray won
Watching Murray's always fun

Urinate Pt. II

He needs to urinate yet again
Like emptying ink out of a pen
But to move the nib across the paper
Is more than he can ever endeavor
For be it cursive, print or caps,
Getting out of bed is a lot of effort.

Two Pound Lemonade

Two pound lemonade
Is this price real?
Or just a charade?
And all that he wanted
Was a drink in the shade.
But no use drinking here
Where drink comes at a price
Too high for a beverage that isn't beer
Or doesn't come with ice.

The author of this verse is clearly outraged by the cost of drinks in today's consumerist and capitalist conundrum that is Cameron's Britain.