The roastA Poem by andrew mitchell
As he walked
The tightrope Between her breasts He toppled and fell And rolled and rolled Into her stuffing. "Oh! This is fantastic!" "Oh! This is delicious!" Said the Ant. Munch! Munch! Munch! "Thank you very much!" said the roast. Then SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! "I gotcha!" said the Cook.
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13 Reviews Added on April 25, 2015 Last Updated on April 25, 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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