Condiments - 18 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Condiments - 18

Rating: 5.0


Corned beef sandwich
Lost his mustard
With tomalley

Friday, June 3, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lessons of life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I don't eat beef, so I don't know, Richard!

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Richard Wlodarski 03 June 2022

Dillip, thx so much for adding it to your favourites!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 03 June 2022

Beautiful one....loved it. Top score

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Richard Wlodarski 03 June 2022

Thx so much, Dillip. I really had to put my thinking cap on for this one!

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