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That’s a turnip for the books. Yam ay disagree. Still, our new Foreign Secretary has swede revenge, he’s living the dolce verde now, as isn’t a has-bean any more. As for Mr Gove, that’s shallot.
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That is just… epic.
As dishonorable as a bunch of Greens.
That’s a turnip for the books. Yam ay disagree. Still, our new Foreign Secretary has swede revenge, he’s living the dolce verde now, as isn’t a has-bean any more. As for Mr Gove, that’s shallot.
Now we’ll have peas in our thyme. Lettuce look for a brighter tomarrow, cumquat May!
Indeed Natalie, indeed.
Looks rather meloncollie[flower].
In a thread that has sprouted many a good pun, this one from Mr Ed was my favourite: “As for Mr Gove, that’s shallot.”
He shouldn’t have been zucchini to be prime minister. Now he’s taken endive and lost his ministerial celery.
The root of the problem is that it was too much for him tuber.
You nuts have all gone bananas. At least some of us can caul i flower even as we rut a baga and turn a nip, though it may not smell as wheat.
And our hostess reminds me of that old, if slightly flawed, Mother Goose rhyme:
“Mistress Marrow,
Quite counterr-row,
How does your garden grow?”