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My Plea For Jelly.

Please do not eat my Jelly.

I need it to get a fat belly.

A fat belly so I am told

Makes one feel big and bold.

To be big and bold,

One does not have to be old.

I am no youngster any more,

My name is still Bernard Shaw.

Fat bellies are getting rare,

I am determined to have my share.

I do not want jellied eels.

Pigs eat them and I hear squeals.

I do like fried eggs on toast.

But Jellies I like the most.

You can have your fish and chips,

They put weight on your hips.

Jelly, is eaten by Her Majesty the Queen,

Now she is a Picture to be seen.

They serve it in Buckingham Palace for sure,

As certain as my name is, Bernard Shaw.

Please do eat jelly for your tea,

But please leave enough for little me.