Monday, March 31, 2014

Malta

Before we met,
I was probably a peanut.

I was pickled by the Huns.
Pickled peanuts!

That's all they ate!

Later Sydney Greenstreet bought me at a yard sale.
He glued wings on me and
called me the Maltese Peanut.

Is it time to fly?
Are we already flying?

I already waited for a thousand years!