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Brewing Up a Storm.
Contributed by
faiton
on
Monday, 21st August 2006 @ 04:04:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I felt hunger in my belly,
A pang shot through my gut
So I hurried to my larder
To sate my appetite.
The problem was, I quickly found
That my cupboard was barely filled
By a sorry-looking teabag and
Plutonium production reactor.
What to do? My stomach ached
And grumbled with empty discontent.
I scratched my head and looked again
But the shelves remained unfilled.
So I set to work, a tricky task
And plugged in my reactor
To make a hot strong cup of tea
With teabag and heavy water.
It hit the spot, I tell you now,
And stuffed my painful tummy.
Sitting with weight inside my guts,
Making me bottom heavy.
My stomach full, my mind at rest,
Though side-effects began to show.
My sleep disturbed by throbbing paunch
And green fluorescent abdomen.
The next day, after my morning constitution
The UN passed some sanctions
For releasing radioactive waste.
Without the proper licence.
Copyright ©
faiton
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2006-08-21 16:04:07]
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Re: Brewing Up a Storm.
(User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on
Tuesday, 22nd August 2006 @ 06:39:39 AM AEST
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Welcome back, master of the obtuse. Absurd juxtapositions make this some great read indeed. Nothing like a strong cuppa and and an abdominal carcinoma!
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Re: Brewing Up a Storm.
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 22nd August 2006 @ 08:54:42 PM AEST
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| Ol' Spike used some words up there in his comment I'd have to look up, but as for this fun read, I was captivated and enjoyed the whole darn thing. That danged UN. Now ya probably'll never git t' have another cup o' tea! Good work. Made me smile. |
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