I had a chat with a good friend Jono today… we talked much, and we spoke of meaningful matter.. I decided it should be broadcast to the world.

Without further delay….

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Jono says:
http://www.foodfestival.co.uk/ check it out…its the premium fodd event in shropshire for september
AAAAWWWWWWWWWWEEESOOOME

mic says:
what is this fodd?

Jono says:
its a kind of arrable particle matter
also widely used in the production of pots

mic says:
oh I like pots
they confuse me often

Jono says:
i know…”do i where one or just sit it on a window sill?”

mic says:
EXACTLY!
or.. “where do I put the soil, in the pot, or in grandads pants”

Jono says:
just use this handy little rhyme to help you remember..
oh brown pot how i love thee, to sit you down upon my knee, the soil is rift with ants, they crawl through grandma pants
anon

mic says:
hahahaha
just dictated it to much applause
or realistically, a snigger..
they’re dead in here today

Jono says:
how dare they

mic says:
no humour, no life, why is that man beating my wife?

Jono says:
haha
truely wonderful
unfortunately shes a mouthy cow, watch him hit her…..and how

mic says:
hahahaha
“and how”… so passionate
so sharp
her leg it breaks, her arm.. it snaps… I watch my neighbour scrub her baps

Jono says:
poetry corner
poetry cupboard

mic says:
welcome, welcome one and all to the poetry cupboard

Jono says:
her face is bruised, her teeth are broke, i bought a new motor from a bloke

mic says:
hahahahaha
her body bleeds, we bury her bones, my uncle deals in mobile phones

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…. I think you’ll agree.. you need more poetry cupboard in your life…