The wall

How do you know it’s happened,
How do you know you’ve hit the wall?
Because you’ve got the crisps out,
And you’ve let them eat them all,
It’s TV open season,
Want a film on? Help yourselves,
Let’s make it a long one,
Put the books back on the shelves,
Who wants chocolate biscuits?
Have the packet, fill your boots,
Wash them down with apple juice,
Ribena if that suits,
Dinner’s something orange,
Like fish fingers with baked beans,
Your children think you’ve turned,
Into the Mummy of their dreams.

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