Come in, come in! Why dont you stop for a while? There's plenty of beans on toast for everybody!

So yeah, pretty much.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

The Tragical Death of A, Apple Pie Who Was Cut in Pieces and Eaten my Twenty-Six Gentlemen, With Whom All Little People Ought to be Well Aquainted.

A was an apple pie.
B bit it,
C cut it
D dealt it
E eats it
F fought for it
G got it
H had it
I inspected it
J jumped for it
K kept it
L longed for it
M mourned for it
N nodded at it
O opened it
P peeped in it
Q quartered it
R ran for it
S stole it
T took it
U upset it
V viewed it
W wanted it
X, Y and Z all wished for and had a piece in hand.


Just a little something something

The Olympic Torch xx

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