TWO lunches diverged in a yellow dining room,
And sorry I could not eat both
And having just an hour, long I stood
And looked down as long as I could
To where they lay in the canteen;
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two lunches diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less tasty,
And that made all the difference.
to my waistline.
Boring sambo today instead of roast lamb
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Happy lunch munching