--I haven't had any food in three days.Afterthought: I suppose the the pocket part to this joke is the story about the Princess Gotrox, cruising the byways in her Mercedes when she sees one of her peasants in the ditch eating grass. "Get in the car!" she commands. Dutiful (and terrified) he obeys. She whizzes him home to the ancient pile; she leads him down the hallowed entry hall (past portraits of her ancestors) and out onto the verandah.
--Don't worry it still tastes the same.
"It kills my soul," she declares, "to see one of my peasants by the roadside, eating grass! Here, for your satisfaction, is a fine English lawn!"