‘Sea-food and eat it!?’

Well it must be twelve o’clock a’ticking with that tock
My tummy is a’rumbling it’s such a hungry crock
Constantly a’gurgling and making weird noises
With such an odd-ball of ridiculous remarkable voices
I am like a boundless bottomless pit
A right ‘sea-food and eat it!’
Dam greedy git!!

Tho lunchtime is well on it’s way
“Let me think what do I feel like today?”
Oh I know a good ol’e roasty would be good
and coz it is Sunday well I could find one I could
Alas I haven’t bought any beef, veg and yorkshire pudding
So I shall dine out today it will save me cooking

I will change from me old togs and look my very best
My hair is a mess that’s a pity and a pest
But that will not stop me stuffing stuffing in my gob
Eeh when one is peckish haha isn’t it a job!
So toodle ooh me readers I am on my mission
To save my stoumache from sudden malnutrition