The Trouble With Corned Beef

The trouble with corned beef

The food of love isn’t always music
Too loud, you need an analgesic
Imagine cymbal against cymbal
I look for the paracetamol
It’s good, they say, for pain relief
You couldn’t say the same of corned beef
Best stuff there is, from Argentina
But no bloody good with glaucoma
Wrong tin, I can see – ha ha – in hind-sight
To be affected by this ocular blight
Corned beef is no good for blurred vision
Of course one can’t ‘see’ with precision
Naturally, I didn’t find the target
You don’t when the eyes start to fidget


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