Indian Meal Poems - Poems about Indian Meal

...A flatulent lady named Jan When she farts folk reach for a fan That rank onion smell It comes straight from hell She sure is a windy woman! I had onion bhaji’s for tea With my tum......

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...Where do we come in in medias res not knowing nor caring when doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages pictures or else make for images of what we saw d......

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...It was way back in November, in 1983 Playing pool with the boys, then my eyes did see This petite little brunette beside the table she sat I thought "If I don't marry her, I think I'll eat my hat"......

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