Seafood delightsA Poem by andrew mitchell
You show me your prawn
and I’ll show you my oyster. But you’re just a groper! So! You’re just a crab! Fishing around are we? Don’t you want to see my pearl? Over my dead cocktail! Well then! Just nick off you, hermit. I will then, blob of mucus! Choke on it! I’d rather spit! Now where’s me shell? It’s probably at the souvenir shop by now. Those bloody sharks! It was prawned! ( pawned) © 2024 andrew mitchellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 9, 2024 Last Updated on February 9, 2024 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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