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[aid] => mick
[title] => Brewing Up a Storm.
[time] => 2006-08-21 16:04:07
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[bodytext] => I felt hunger in my belly, A pang shot through my gut So I hurried to my larder To sate my appetite. The problem was, I quickly found That my cupboard was barely filled By a sorry-looking teabag and Plutonium production reactor. What to do? My stomach ached And grumbled with empty discontent. I scratched my head and looked again But the shelves remained unfilled. So I set to work, a tricky task And plugged in my reactor To make a hot strong cup of tea With teabag and heavy water. It hit the spot, I tell you now, And stuffed my painful tummy. Sitting with weight inside my guts, Making me bottom heavy. My stomach full, my mind at rest, Though side-effects began to show. My sleep disturbed by throbbing paunch And green fluorescent abdomen. The next day, after my morning constitution The UN passed some sanctions For releasing radioactive waste. Without the proper licence. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 7 [informant] => faiton [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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