The tale of how do you do
or
Ode to a dead Volkswagen
or
The third Sausage man
Beware the Phantom Fishfinger,
Who swallows in the mire,
Of greatness he knows out of bounds,
Onto the shining spire.
He doesn't know the auntie,
That tales of savage books,
Of lusts unnatural pillow,
The frogs open university crooks.
O what for lemon meringue goldfish,
Of evil murky depths,
The queen sits on a toaster,
And tastes books by John Craven.
The Spurgid sickly waters,
From whence Ben Elton wasnt,
Actually I was lying,
Disregard this phone call.
Sorry.
Trotsky.
