| resarfpoetry Oct 27 | ... atilla, atilla the dreaded honey monster with his honey monster hordes swept through these lands from sweet wheaten steppes in the distant east bringing e-numbers & death & hyperactive yoofs so old king quaker fled & took his oats with him in the age of sugar puffs until the forces of the rice krispies triumvirate of snap, crackle & pop of the kellogs dynasty fed in from the west so on this very spot a bloody great battle was fought with spoons - not swords in this very bowl until the cow mooed then the milkman drowned them all back in breakfast times ... | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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