Caviar ‘n’ Brown Sauce


We are all what we eat. Why’m I eatin’ words ‘n’ hat?
Gotta-cake but I can’ eat it, where’s the fuckin’ sense in that?
Got her eatin’ out of my hand, before I eat her cute ass out,
a peck of dirt before you die, the spice of life no doubt!
Some say that it’s all dog-eat-dog, well I could eat a horse!
Eat you out of house and home and still show no remorse.
Eat to live, don’t live to eat and ‘ate to eat an’ run!
An’ when it all gets too much, you can always eat your gun.

Opposites attract, it’s an unwritten law:
Eat it up, bon appetit!

Caviar ‘n’ brown sauce.

I’m mad enough to eat nails while she’s eatin’ me alive.
Don’t crap where you eat, it’s a close shave (eatin’) at the Y.
I ain’t tasted the bread of idleness, (I’)m too busy eatin’ dust:
‘cos he who would eat the kernel must first crack the toughest nuts!
Tryin’ to eat high off the hog, poor me paupered breadwinner:
Eatin’ through my life: a dog’s breakfast and dog’s dinner.
My cat will only eat fish, but will not wet her feet:
The purrfect living proof: we are not that what we eat!

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©26.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

a peck of dirt before you die, is what life’s all about.
Eat you out of house and home, for tomorrow we die, of course.
Eat to live, don’t live to eat for England eat an’ run
Eat to live, don’t live to eat for we hate to eat an’ run


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