something someday sometimes

something will ,said sponge, come out of it sometimes.
at a corner someone had got sick, splashed the family dinner all over the place. way to go, she was a lousy cook, the man said, and now she is gone. tales of this and other things they heard. isn’t that awful, said breadroll, as the man went on with his business, i shall feel for him someday. one day i must empathise.
someday all be sorted and fine, said sponge. i used to hate to think i couldĀ  miss that.

someday somehow the same must happen again to someone

is that the day we’ve waited for? hardly is. never, not this one.
these were the comments received to the question; we could have other comments but are content with these ones. they are better than none at all.
thus spoke sponge.
certainly there was no need for him to say that.

the world on a someday

in china somebody got married, a child was born in peru and urinated on the mother’s belly straight away. the mother being somewhat overwhelmed as she had not expeted that, a russian housewife burnt the dinner, however, but this turned out not to be an overly serious incident as the husband had had a serious accident and did not come home for dinner this evening and a long row of evening in future, spent the next seven weeks in hospital instead and after being released he could only take in liquid diet for another six weeks, and an irishman with an poorly grown moustache walked into a pub and proceeded straight to the counter.
all these are very sad stories, said sponge. but i love you all.

yes someday yes

yes, said sponge, yes. the s-word. yes sir. was not that hard. yes. someday we will get places. shops at corners, corner shops. ice cream parlors. swell leaders at every corner and a meeting to attend 24/7 slash 3-6-5. we do debate leap year disturbance but certainly will come up with some cover. yes someday. bottom line.

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