A poem I wrote this morning:
'I'm going to have my eggs boiled.
I'd've have oatmeal, but the milk was spoiled.'
Exaunt to thunderous applause
Boru
'I'm going to have my eggs boiled.
I'd've have oatmeal, but the milk was spoiled.'
Exaunt to thunderous applause
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson