Kaput

At night, can't fall asleep, mornings can't wake up What's wrong, seems my internal clock is kaput Not really worried Probably the curry Must lay off or my bum's gonna fire like a musket
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 16, 2018 at 9:54 AM
Hee hee hee hee! I'll get you a tourniquet for your turmeric...
Cunningham Avatar
April 16, 2018 at 9:44 AM
The curry jack likes I think its bhuna/or maybe its that curried tuna/but he wasn't happy /could have done with a nappy /shame he didn't get to the loo sooner/
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