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Salmon Sarnies

Don’t bring me salmon sarnies,

There came her anguished cry,

Their taste is foul, I heard her howl,

I’d rather have pork pie

Or cheese and celery, salad, ham

Or anything but those

With butter spread I really dread,

They just get up my nose

Of course, I love smoked salmon

And  bistro-cooked en croute

But cake and salmon widges

You should give them the boot.





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