We ABers we should always remember our first love,
At the time they were the only thing we could think of,
On our mind from the good morning peeps until the Mamya song at night,
The thing you would turn to when nothing went right,
our first love was mammar pickled onion crisps,
Which took all attention off sibton's cooked Irish "chips",
They were heaven in tony's mouth, from the beautiful flavour,
Every moment from every crisp he was made to savour,
The crumbs off his fingers would get licked away,
And he slurped the empty, as if a goat, packed without delay,
They had to come with him where ever he went,
Because he got a goatish erection from their delightful scent,
The gals knew that he wanted them and they also wanted he,
His favourite mammar snack he thought they would always be,
But his love for them would finally end,
They were no longer his lover but just a friend,
He found something that satisfied him even more,
So the pickled onion stayed in the kitchen drawer,
What stole his heart was a murraymints chocolate cake,
A high calorie feast that Nungate and others would learn to bake,
But his first love we know he will never forget,
And maybe choosing the Edinburgh cake, one day he’ll regret.
To he, they will always be a delicious mammar onion snack,
And they will still be in Lady J's drawers if he ever wants them back.