081 - Chops

Today I went to Cork

And Ashton Under Lyne

I also flew right over York

And Newcastle Upon Tyne

Somehow I managed Leicester

I floated on the Thames

I briefly went past Chester

And ended up in Staines

I visited this big supermarket

And went into some shops

I’d best remind you - don’t forget

There were some lovely pink pork chops

You mustn’t be mistaken

I’m no longer quite complete

Parts of me are bacon

And parts are sausage meat

Yes there’s bits of me in Waitrose

I used to be quite big

You’ve worked it out by now I s’pose

I’m a dead chopped up pig

But I got to see the world

Or bits of me, at least

My curly tail was unfurled

When I became deceased

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