Sleeves rolled up, mayor on the chin,

your mate's side eye on the fancy bun,

saving the crispy coating crumbs for last.

Now that's how you know it's good.

The McCrispy from McDonald's,

with a hundred percent chicken breast fillet

for those that no chicken.

Oi, the smine!

From 11 a.m. Subject to availability.

Chapter 28. A weird experience.

The first thing I did was to inspect with greater care,

the room in which I sat.

It was a pleasant apartment, as I have already said,

square, sunny and well furnished.

On the floor was a crimson carpet,

on the walls, several pictures,

at the windows, cheerful curtains of white,

tastefully ornamented with ferns and autumn leaves.

In one corner an old melodion,

and in the center of the room a table draped with a bright cloth,

on which were various little knickknacks,

which, without being richer expensive,

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