tea meeting

in actual fact, said sponge, i have heard they had plenty of meeting while we were away.
we are not there yet, said block of wood.
to be precise, said breadroll, we haven’t even started to walk in factual act.
i know, said sponge, the motion ban. we could go though.
we could, said block of wood.
will we, said breadroll.
we shall, said sponge, after the meeting.
not a man with a sheep again, no?
no.
tea?

meeting

when shall we three meet again, in carpark, toilet or in rain, said breadroll.
doesn’t matter, as long as anyone brings cigarettes, said sponge.

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