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I miss the Indian sweets of youth, I can make some, not allowed to have them any more. Doctors orders you see,
You would love them as I do, if you have a sweet tooth too.
The textures, juicy bites, colours, smells, to delight eyes, hearts, and mouth. Rose water some are soaked in,fried crisp...
Here comes the Doubles man,
Its lunch time already?
Two Doubles please.
Well, I was reading this "anti-limerick" and it told me to try one. So, I was trying to write a couple anti-limericks but it wouldn't let me comment, so I decided to write them here.
The first one didn't work. It didn't work because it turned out as a true limerick. But, then I decided it...
copper is a good conductor
By Future Compost Heap
A song, told from the Fried Chicken's point of view.
This is a true story about how a mistake I made one day while watching TV. Read to find out what!
Short Story | Updated Apr 7, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2