George BernardBloodyShaw

Rookie (One day at the beginning of my life / England is my country)

My Tea - Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

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.


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  • (3/30/2010 11:11:00 AM)


    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.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 4, 2010


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