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Milk gone sour
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Milk gone sour |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Milk gone sour I know you know, she said A casual glance, 'tween milk and bread What do you know, he said Whilst poluring milk, with rising dread You know I know, she said Another glance, a nod of head I know you know, he said The rising sun, on golden shred What did she know, he thought Whilst pouring milk, have I been caught How could he know, she thought He doesn't know, I'm not that sort He doesn't know, she thinks She eats her toast, and pours the drinks She doesn't know, he thinks She smiles at him, he slowly winks |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
What a glorious mélange of complex intrigue and humour and clever composition! No wonder the milk went sour when it simply tried to contemplate it! Owl |
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