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
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax