Outrage Sunday 170 help yourself

Love is like chicen on a verge
Don’t let it waste, so help yourself
A three-course meal is there for you
Help yourself, have a brew
That’s what they want you to do.

Don’t be hungry, defeatedly,
Chiceny flavour can be free
And if you need the proof it’s true
Mate, here’s the news for you
This is what I would do:

Just help yourself to noodle cups
To my alms just say the words, and they are yours
Just help yourself to the grub
In my heart is a microwave open door…

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4 Responses to Outrage Sunday 170 help yourself

  1. Rong1 says:

    Registered Lawn . . .Keep Off

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  2. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

    Lamest Hindu offering ever?

    Or maybe an offering to the Gods, “Please don’t let the Buzz or a Commodore crash into me today.” Seems to be working.

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    • Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

      See this is what happens without a chicen noodle soup offering to the gods. Good to see the Commodore back as the lounge room driver’s car of choice.

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  3. Reign of Error says:

    BYO kettle.

    An offering of a White Wings packet cake mix for dessert would have rounded the meal off nicely

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