Florent was thin man,
And Piers, he was a fat
Piers waged war on Sunday brunch,
Which Florent did combat.
Florent seized the bacon,
While Piers made off with hash.
It all came down to one last egg,
And for it both did dash.
The egg was crack’d, breakfast wrack’d,
The whole pub was demolished.
All for the sake, of bellyache,
When off the food they’d polished!
