A Poem About Panini Stickers I dreamt of Bikini knickers Stuffed with Panini stickers. There were Millions Of Brazilians. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Grilled Panini After a bottle of gin And a bottle of rum You put my World Cup 78 album Under the grill And did it ill Before passarelling out On the carpet. Both the Argentine squad section And you Were beyond redemption. (You: non compos mentis. Me: sine Mario Kempes) Never mix liquors And football stickers. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreTumblrLike this:Like Loading...