Beast Feasts

 

I found my thrill

on Beastmarket Hill

In a Midlands pub

where they do good grub,

Your Small English

was plenty for me,

Cheap at the price,

with unlimited tea.

 

The night before

was a lot of fun,

Spicy salami

and a split white bun,

Vitamin C

from your apricot,

Ripe and ready

and juicy and hot.

 

Morning came,

we went on the prowl,

A need to feed,

stop the stomach growl,

Food by day

helps to fuel the night,

When we try to work up

another appetite.

 

The chalkboard promised

such a land of plenty,

We strode into town

like a couple of twenty,

You smiled, I winked -

enough's as good as a feast -

But we still dip our bread,

we're the Beastmarket Beasts!