Some ppl like it long, some like it short, some like it big, some like it small. Some like it rectangular, some like it squarish. But some just hate it being round...
The Main man shivers when the table is round,
Echoing thru the streets is the unmistakable sound,
All the GYs could heard his heart pound,
As lunchtime comes around.
All the truths and secrets are to be found,
Hungry wolves, the GYs are like a hound.
I hope that some lunchtime i will be in town,
Cos i always frown,
when i know i miss some juicy stories at the table so round.
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