Hungry For the Euros
¶ 1
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The Euros are on, there will be one winner
What I want to know is, what time is dinner?
With kick-offs at five and quarter to eight
It’s hard to decide when to stack up the plate
¶ 2
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We normally eat at six to six thirty
Then I wash up the crocks which are dirty
Prep and eat before five just can’t be done
Eating at ten is too late and no fun
¶ 3
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It’s okay if you order your meals by ‘phone
They can deliver whenever you’re home
Take away outlets find opportunity knocks
As millions tuck in, in front of the box
¶ 4
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A buffet is an option, picnic pick ‘n’ mix
With buckets of coleslaw and impaled cubes on sticks
Spicy wings, cheesy strings, onion rings
Twizzlers, sizzlers, assorted savoury things
¶ 5
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Could do themed meals, taramasalata for Greece
(Trying to spell that has made my brain crease)
Italian pasta with Dutch Edam
Or English mustard with slices of ham
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Fitting meals around games is always a pain
Half-time isn’t long to cook up a main
No chance of seconds, let alone thirds
I’ve picked England to win; I’ll end up eating my words
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