The origins of fig jam

The origins of fig jam

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Eve!
Yes!
Where have all
the figs leaves gone?
I'm making fig jam, Adam.
Oh! Nice buns by the way.
You must go nude more often.
Thanks I know
I'm figjam,
God told me.
Figjam?
Yes! It stands for
f**k I'm good just ask me.


This was edited out
from the now bible
and can be found in
the director's uncut version.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Reminds me of a poem someone wrote ... "Eve was a Woman... how she could dance... She wore a Fig dress just like Adams pants, Adam was a Shy Man... he hid his Face to the Wall... for he knew in Autumn... the Leaves began to Fall". And so it goes.

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Haha thanks for sharing your words Pat.
andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Lovely work

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Added on June 4, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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