The Last Supper.

The Last Supper.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Last Supper.
When the world finally
ran out of answers;
what happened next....
was anybody's guess!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Gee
One would imagine dearest poet,(hate that saying) that copious amounts of cold comfort and regret were served. Followed by Lemon meringue, cheese and biscuits, port, mmmmmm, a couple of Jack D 's and then, everybody naked and keys into the fruit bowl, yeahhhhhhhhh. Morning sir.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

hi gee not forgetting a cup of tea!!!

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