Treading on egg shells!A Poem by andrew mitchell
It was meant to be
the silly season but no one was laughing anymore. All smiles were straightened out, erased by political correctness; putting the terse in verse the joke was stripped back to its yolk, put back inside the egg and returned to the chicken. With her bags packed she crossed the road for the last time leaving a world behind that wasn't funny anymore. This left rooster all alone to his own devices and so... what do you get when you put two roosters together? Well! You don't get any eggs for starters!
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5 Reviews Added on November 11, 2019 Last Updated on November 11, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |


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