*a spring breeze blows in gently~ 🌸As some cherry blossom petals settle on the ground the visitor speaks*
Greetings dear friends and allies, I hope you all had a good weekend!!😄Just dropping by to check in and say hello, hope all the nations and pinocchios* are doing well. We'll be ramping up things in our region soon so don't hesitate to drop by sometime!
Currently our diplomatic survey on Which pie is the most popular in your country? will finish this week so be sure to register your vote by then! 😋
In the meantime, please stay safe and healthy wherever you are! 😷
P.s Pinocchio is Lewisham slang for 'puppets'
Can you give me the body after? I want to consume them for the winter incase of climate change
Taste like putting the entire can of cream thing in your mouth. It gives you temporary seizure due to high sugar content but it's worth it in a long run :))
Also it makes you inedible by the cannibals.
*consume leg whole*
Wait, this is not bear leg. Its human leg which makes it better
*does Fortnite dance*
That's when it goes all sing-a-song-of-sixpence! 😂🐦🐦🐦🥧
Well the body would be in a giant pie, but I guess you could have the pie.
*throws the other leg over*
swords are more fun than guns
It's an old English nursery rhyme about birds being baked in a pie
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish,
To set before the king.
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.
And shortly after that,
there came a little wren,
As she sat upon a chair,
and put it on again