The Pristine Nugget Pt.1
Last week with my child, not arsed to cook food,
And sink with plates piled, I felt the takeaway mood,
So ready to scoff, i ordered a meal,
I got it half off, an absolute steal.
A burger and chips, and nuggets beside,
With so many dips, my stomach wide-eyed,
Before I tucked in, I saw my small boy,
Dejected and thin, with a happy meal toy.
This human I built, now under my care,
I felt so much guilt, I'd no longer bear,
So like a good pater, I fed him six nuggies,
And a few hours later, he'd filled up his Huggies.
I removed the soiled nappy, a stench straight from hell,
I'd never been so happy, to get rid of a smell,
But what I perused, as I glanced at the mound,
Left me so confused, I could make no sound.
One nugget full formed, untouched by digestion,
Intrusive thoughts swarmed, surely out of the question!?
I could bear no longer, I reached out a hand,
Curiosity stronger than digestive gland.
I gingerly placed it on a microwave plate,
I hosed shit that laced it, and felt the real weight.
I felt no real qualm, about what I retrieved,
What I held in my palm, could not be believed.
What do to now, I thought to myself,
I furrowed my brow, should it be on the shelf?
Should I tell my friends, or call local news?
It never ever ends, when I start to muse.
But deep in strange thought, I heard a shrill cry,
The moment was fraught as my boy caught my eye,
I walked over to him and held out my treat,
His belly rumbled grim as he started to eat....