On the eve of hunger.

On the eve of hunger.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Adam, I’m hungry!
No! No! No! You don’t!
What do you mean Adam?
You know what I mean.
Well!
Eve, all I can say is...
your not having any
of my spare ribs tonight.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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when hungry, it's every man for himself. fair is fair after all. thanks for a good chuckle andrew ... :)

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 Added on March 14, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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