Designer cakes, they're there if you're awake
from Mad hatter to treats in batter
Closes at 12am
candles on the door
super things in store
petrol lies ajar,
daily press, on express
Rachel has diamonds in the cupboard
behind the candy box where she locks the country out
at the centre count;
only one single star.
It just would not budge,
you must pay the expense
until the bitter taste you bought for the sake
of a fiver-
try another size?
thats the underhand business price.
- Author: JaneEdwards ( Offline)
- Published: August 5th, 2023 14:38
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 7
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