Fatlogged flakes
Engirdle a snug meatish core
The puggish treat
squats upon your paw

You bite
It burns
A puff of lardsteam
jets from your sizzled maw

Now blowing hard
you cool its grizzled wound
a grease film plasters
the ceiling of your craw

You offer thanks
to the public service
cos sausage rolls
is what the public service is for.