The lonely Meatball

Why does no-one like me?

I so wish I could be

A tasty Big Mac burger

Or a delicious K.F.C.

There’s no drive-in MacMeatballs

I just don’t go with fries

“Oh Yuck it’s minging meatballs”

I hear their spiteful cries.

I’ve rolled myself in H.P. sauce

I still don’t look quite right

It’s no wonder kids don’t like me,

I’m such an awful sight.

I’d love to hear those magic words

“A double MacMeatball please

No, make it two with gherkins on

And cover them with cheese!”

But no, I’m plain old Meatball

The one kids love to hate,

I’ll end up binned with my mate sprout

I guess that’s just our fate.