[paljoey]

I know a poem from childhood but have no idea who wrote it or the title, it goes:-

I never,never liked brown bread,/what ever aunts and uncles said/ in vain they tried to make me see/ this beastly food was good for me/ "so full of nourishment"said nurse/ it looked like mud and tasted worse/ yet I would seldom care a lot if food was good for me or not/yes even at that early age/foul self indulgence took the stage/and I would tend to sulk and strife if barred fron doing what I liked/ at all events I laid it down/ the bread I ate would not be brown.