biscuits and tea ignite our poetry.......
Bought my wife a wooden leg for Christmas. It's not her main present, just a stocking filler.
Went into a pub, had a ploughman's lunch, he wasn't very happy.
Cous cous he could. .. That's my favourite part!
Great poem! I'd liked to have seen some tree-climbing goats over there
Next time Hiren, they're waiting for you!
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