“Why are you a vegan?”
Said Andrew Jones to me.
“Does your mum make you be one?
Do you have to drink herbal tea?”
“Don’t you wish you could eat this?”
He showed me the meat on his pizza.
“Have you ever even tasted fish?
You’d probably like it Jamila.”
“You can’t even drink milk can you?
Your mum must be ever so strict!
You can have some of mine if you want to,
Drink from the side I haven’t licked.”
“I feel sorry for you,” Andrew said
“If you’re not allowed egg and chips.
Does she make you eat raw seaweed?
And swallow your apple pips?”
I waited for him to stop talking,
He had a lot to get off his chest.
I began to think he didn’t want answering,
But then he gave his voice a rest.
“I’m vegan because I want to…
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