DINING IN A LITTLE FRENCH RESTAURANTA Poem by andrew mitchell
Ham and bacon splattered the floor
While Mr. Pig wants some more. And Mr. Snail who doesn't have much time Munches on a large lettuce To increase his size. The restaurateur with eyes on stalks shouts "For escargots are so divine!" While Mr. Thirst demands a drink To quench the night before. While Mr. Big never filled Wants the bill and forever more. And there's the door with a sign " EAT WHATEVER YOU ARE!" Of a little french restaurant Signed John Lennon ate here! Ahhh!
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6 Reviews Added on April 5, 2015 Last Updated on April 6, 2015 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..Writing
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