One is a Royal monster A monster of the Crown One cannot abide commoners Or those from out of town One loves cakes and crumpets At three on the dot each day
I am the sandwich monster of Goodge Street I gobble a thousand a day Don’t ask me what my favourite filling is It’s impossible for me to say But I do love a ‘cheese and copper’ bap
I’m the veggie monster I’ve got big clumpy feet I’ve got hair from my top to my bottom And there’s just one thing I like to eat It’s not children, insects or vermin
It had been gruelling the past sixty years and Agnes wasn’t shy in admitting it to Sid. She did it as often as she could manage. Guilt was a wonderful thing.