My Tea Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
My Tea
I have a juice
a pusalaminous
choice with no money
for me to rejoice
to eat in haste
my wonderful
feast,
in parsimonious
juice of now't.
My tea.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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4/25/2024 1:05:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You know George you would make a great Scot.They are the only people I know who can eat a marsbar without taking it out of their pocket..Which incidentally is sewn up.One dropped 10p down a rabbit hole...Guess thats how the Clyde tunnel was formed. No seriously George nothing wrong with being a bit frugal. Its not how much you have but what ya do with it that counts.....So I'm told. Take care, Sid.