The Cheat Is On
¶ 1
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I can’t condone Delias ‘How to Cheat’
I’d like to read Roeders ‘How to Beat’
Delia raves about ready made mash
When what we want is instant cash
¶ 2
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No guilt is laid on frozen dishes
Nil-nil played out on frozen pitches
Wooden spoon made from Formica
Delia, please serve up a striker
¶ 3
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Delia recommends meat in tins
We’re recycled tripe, no sign of wins
Don’t cook, go for self-assembly
In my book, we won’t get to Wembley
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