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"Give it to the bin"

Some people say I eat too fast
To me, it's just the norm
I never liked to waste my food
From day that I was born.

I am the yongest of six boys,
The eldest turned fifteen
Just five weeks after I was born,
By me, was seldom seen.

My father, was a 'tradesman' 
The youngest of his brood,
His mother never went to work
'Til he, self dressing, could.

So that was how he knew it
The father WILL provide,
To pay the bills, supply our needs,
Essentials, ne'er denied.

I aye felt sorry for him, though,
The SOLE day off he took,
Was Sunday, which was "chu'ch" day
He lived, by Holy Book.

So NEVER got to lay in bed
His weary bones, to rest
His selfless duty, - family, was,
He gave to us, his best.

We ALSO lived with 'hand me downs'
Bought GOOD, so it would last
So had to learn to 'scrimp and save'
Ne'er liked t'see any waste,

I'm glad that my metabolism
Was where I burnt off food
In energy, quite quickly,
I AM a lucky dude.

I also learned to clean my plate
Quite quickly, food, did clear,
So I could get what others left,
"I'll eat it, give it here"

So when we were at table,
Full family or just some,
"Give it to the bin" was heard
By each and everyone.












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