Pierre was in a foul mood,
Brooding all day and thinking about food.
Someone had asked for help to King’s station,
He hated disruptions and pointed her in the complete wrong direction.
But as he turned to depart, smiling with evil glee,
He smashed his face right into a tree.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
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