I eat my egg and chips whilst wise men frown
They give advice and rush to bring me down
An Oxbridge educated woman can’t eat fries
So in McDonalds ,they have placed their spies
How else explain that man in Cohen’s suit
And on his feet, black polished Chelsea boots?
Such men would eat in foreign Restaurants
Not linger in Mc Donald’s penitent
Yes, all these people here must be sent as spies
From Oxford,Cambridge, even MI 5.
Yet I do not abandon my fried bread
Despite the Quantum Theory wandering in my head
It’s probable that they are eying me
Come ,thou loon , Len wants a cup of tea