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i maintain it's insane,
if the meal isn't plain,
to prostrate to a state.
homogenise your plate.
'cause i wont love the neighbour
who'd savour the flavour
of table sauce bought
by the sort who support
mayonnaise as a glaze,
(this i can't give praise).
and i frown on those
who might drown with brown
a genteel meal,
or a prime cut of veal.
with tomato, it's hard to,
escape ostinato.
a jar of tartar,
i see off with "ta-ta" too.
now let this dirge
mourn the tastes that have merged,
and i urge, stop the splurge;
stop your bottle's surge.
it's a sin to begin!
wipe the muck from your chin!
...this dish is delic'
without any false swish!
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