Well its day 3 and I must admit I never thought I’d get this far.
The days are getting longer and the poems are getting shorter.
Here’s one called:
Korean up the Apocalypse
Kim Jong very-il
Kim Jong die
Kim Jong’s son
Shops have no food
They only sell shrouds
He could be thinner
He looks like a boy who enjoys his dinner
Will we make it to day 4? Not at this rate