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Into his plastic lunchbox He did, an Orange and biscuit, shove And said the biscuit to the orange “Come sit by me, my love” And the orange, taken by surprise Gave him a sheepish grin And flashed her pips and dimples So he knew they might begin She was smooth and round and juicy He was crunchy, brown and fat She introduced herself as Lucy, And he said his name was Zak And throughout the sunny morning They did laugh and love and tease When suddenly with no warning Their lives were torn apart with ease The sky ripped from their little world Their peccadilloes for all to view First Zak, then Lucy disappeared With a bite, a crunch, a chew. So dear reader, please take heed Don’t shy away from love For we never really know quite when It’s lunchtime up above.
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
The fable of the Orange and the Biscuit
Into his plastic lunchbox He did, an Orange and biscuit, shove And said the biscuit to the orange “Come sit by me, my love” And the orange, taken by surprise Gave him a sheepish grin And flashed her pips and dimples So he knew they might begin She was smooth and round and juicy He was crunchy, brown and fat She introduced herself as Lucy, And he said his name was Zak And throughout the sunny morning They did laugh and love and tease When suddenly with no warning Their lives were torn apart with ease The sky ripped from their little world Their peccadilloes for all to view First Zak, then Lucy disappeared With a bite, a crunch, a chew. So dear reader, please take heed Don’t shy away from love For we never really know quite when It’s lunchtime up above.
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
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