You Are What You Eat

If we are what we eat
Then I’d like to be
Fresh strawberries and cream
And a cup of Chai tea

And you, well I’m guessing,
A toad in the hole
With hot sausages
Hid in batter – so droll!

And Great Auntie Susie
I’m sure you’ll concur;
Something quite spicy
Yes, that would be her

Less old Mrs Smith would
Like apples so green
No joke! Granny Smith
Crisp with a sweetness unseen

And that leaves dear Toby
The last of the brood
Who cares not a jot
Just as long as it’s food!

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