Dear Sir
No wish to be nasty,
But even my dog
Couldn't stomach your pasty
In the end we had to bin it,
Bad for business innit?


And while I'm having a gripe,
Are you aware
That your fruit isn't ripe
And my, oh my
Just look at that pie
No wonder folk


That cheese
It's got to be old
Can't you see
It's covered in mould?


My anger
You've evoked
I'll see your licence revoked
Otherwise, it's my bet
You're going to poison
Someone yet.