Poor Man's Telepathy

Trying to get the point across the moors.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD WUZ HERE

When your cupboards are filled with the ghosts of food
and you can't get to the store
and you can't make a boxed cake because you're out of eggs

Buttered noodles shall never abandon you
Posted by Anonymous at 6/20/2006 09:30:00 AM
Labels: Big Orange's Poetry

1 comment:

Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

Bugger. Been there dude.

Cool moment

9:59 PM, June 20, 2006

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