Live fast, die fat

 * live fast, die fat *
Charge of the fried brigade
Potato cakes to the front
Battered fish at the rear
Steaming chips as reinforcements
A call to cholesterol
To be consumed with savage glee
This fast feast laid before me
Splash on wounds of tomato sauce
A holy sprinkling of vinegar
And the welcome bite of salt
The paper bindings are my plate
Presented carried and kept warm
Now this fried food meets its fate
I may not be destroyer of worlds
But to this food I am Ragarnok
The final day and annihilation
I wolf down chip and fish and cake
Revenge on Jaws as I consume my flake
This is a meal savoury and fine
On which even the poor can dine.