TRA RAAAA!
or
The Sausage Man and Pumpkin Kid meet Noddy
(At last!)

Massaging Nymphets lukewarm lard,
A chastised vicar's jockstrap,
An illegal sausage, thats not hard,
A disused cumbrian roadmap.

Mechanical puppies,
Satirical yuppies,
Things that vibrate,
and make you feel great.
All of these, and Australians too,
They really make poor Duncan spew.

But the Pumpkin Kid is back in town,
So all the sheep must hide,
For even Noddy's bright pink gown,
How can Canute beat the tide?

A frogs left knee, an unhealthy sight,
as is an I.O.U.
Are you of an ilk thats tiger tight,
Or worm sized snooker cue?

The hangmans noose drops to the ground,
PK swings to and fro,
The unharmonious creaking sound,
makes you want to throw.

With a subtle move, he slips the rope,
As Duncan arrives to save,
His favourite friend with a bar of soap,
And a brush that's used to shave.

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