*I write a poem about meat balls, as they were the highlight of my weekend. Yes? Do you have a problem with that?*
Nothing like meat balls with couscous
To alleviate weekend boredom and neglect
It almost makes one feel pious
Due to its cement-like on the stomach effect
I am writing this and am conscious
That it probably is not perfect
As proof of my supposed literary prowess
But I couldn't give an insect
And I frankly couldn't care less
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Meat balls
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Here's a poem that describes my attitude towards food:
Eating bread
Makes me fed.
Here is the poem of my day:
I took the day off
Told my boss to bogger off
Hahaha! Excellent efforts there! I will elaborate on those two themes in the future, defo.
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