I love to eat soup my way.

Well, I thought of writing a poem that might be for children. Trinket came to me when I was washing dishes…….

A poem on a person watchign the world.

Poem.

He has a way with words… haha!

Looking for a tin of beans in a newly opened supermarket in the 1950"

The Lady spots a Stranger in the Crowd and decides to call out to him, in her style!!!

Part of Land of Mystery — All for Love — L-O-V-E.

Kolak is served either hot or cold.

I’m hungry, I need food.

Just for fun. Some of you may have seen this picture before.