I wrote a load of silly poems when I was Chez Nurse Ratchet last year. Mainly because my sense of humour wasn't broken and was still there to see me through, but also because stupid verse is my forte. I've forgotten most of them (being nuts plays with your memory) but will always remember this one.
Unless you brought your own food in, your only options at breakfast were cereal or toast. This didn't deter mad-no-bra-lady from demanding a little something more...
Ode to the Mad No Bra Lady
Oh how I weep for your persecuted ire!
But there were no eggs
There are no eggs.
Just bran flakes...
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