You bet your weetbix!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I met this girl.
I politely remarked. You look like a cornflake. She replied. What bran are you? I said. I’m all bran. How’s your Weetbix? She replied. Mind your own Weeties. I replied. That’s no way to speak to Sultana bran. She said. You’re a Frootloop. I said. I’ll place you across my knee and spank your Vita Brits. She replied. Not if you want your coco pops crushed. It was then I realised we were both cereal offenders. © 2022 andrew mitchellReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 12, 2022 Last Updated on February 13, 2022 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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