My left sleeve smells of oniony

yet none of the onions wreak of sleeve

& neither of my big toes are buniony

I can stand quite comfortably

- 15 sugars please.





All roads lead to Prietenegg

not that hungry but I'd like an egg

preferably scrambled 

as the language of the brain

or Humpty Dumpty - post-he-fell-tumbly

- so welcome to our domain

 x

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