Whining diners

6 fat sausages sitting on a plate

6 fat sausages which one should we hate?

Should it be the matriarch who’s mouth has never closed?

Or Should it be the soy boy dad who’s manhoods been deposed?

Could it be the fattest one who’s aged about 15?

Or other brother sat alone who’s got the extra gene?

Another two are set aside as grease exudes from them

I can’t go on my throat is really filling up with phlegm.

They’ve wobbled in and sat right down, they’ve caused an awful stir.

Complained that no ones seen to them, to this I must concur.

But time is short and fleeting past as fat fucks start to whine.

They eye the waiter with my food, they’re getting none of mine.

Complain they do as fat cunts must because they need to eat

I’m well surprised they shuffled in not rolled in from the street.

I scrap my plans for chocolate pud, their bulging eyes desire

The scraps of food left on my plate it’s time I should retire.

The lesson that I’ve learnt today is, ‘Beat the fat cunts in’

As when they mass and sit as one the shouting will begin.

A chunky monkey needs to hear what food is on the way

They’ll sit and wait and scoff the lot no matter what you say.