by Andy Curtis
Timmy sat
Nice and quiet
In the cafe
On a diet
Timmy watched
Plates of dinner
He didn't eat
He just got thinner
Timmy dreamed
Of fish and chips
And in his sleep
He licked his lips
Timmy woke
The cafe dark
The ovens cold
His hunger stark
The day is done
The folks departed
The pie is gone
Timmy farted
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