Friday, 12 June 2020

curry

Making her curry with your brain. The underlying pain she puts you in is a master peace by itself, The spoon she has is a torture device, She whacks you with her spoon until you don’t live no more.


She has people in her attic ready to put in her curry, She has spear people under her hat and she has a spear ladle ready for use. She ate so much curry she couldn’t eat any more. So she fed it to her pet rhino in her garden shed. Every now and then she bifs the unexpected victim in the shed to please her pet rhino so she is happy.


As she walks down the street, She grabs people and gently places them in her handbag. As she struts down her driveway she grabs some frogs for her delicacy.

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