Thread: The Three Word Game!
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to see how
they were doing
fitting round pegs
and pincers used
to pick up
small tin soldiers
marching through the
sand, which gets
everywhere, in their
helmets, clothes and boots
nose, ears, n' throats,
as well as
leaves, stems, (n') roots
from green flowers
and blue berries
that get rather
ripe unless they
are stored in
refrigerated containers that
wiil keep them
available for trolls
who fancy such
delicacies chilled and
with a pint
of Gimli's Finest’
and some crispy
fried zucchini disks
imported from Gondor
which were transported
via FedEx, until
the truck hit
the bottom of
a deep pot-hole
which sent boxes
flying hither and
thither damaging many
pedestrians who were
calmly enjoying a
roast beef and
some cold potatoes
baked in a
pie with some
red chilli spread
and top with
a red cherry
and smashed potatoes
with chicken salad
on the side
of the plate
next to the
