The Pumpkin Kid's near death experience on the rope of death
or
Eight Obese Sausage Men get hungry.
Many daring trees did chew,
For the steamroller rolleth not,
Splodge! He could not keep a straight turning,
And Benny Hill is a carrot . . . . . .
Plague! Death! Famine! War!
HA! They mean nothing now
to one such as I,
For I am not a vegetable freak,
- you marrow headed asparagus.
The tomato flavoured Sausage Man,
Is in the prime of his potato,
His armchair, a happy toad,
Beans means beans.
Pumpkins frightened rhubarb pie,
With a splash of worcester sauce,
But if you mention apples; too high,
Volkswagens don't.
Mary, Mary, tasty celery,
Why is your foot so green?
A crab is only as good as an E111,
So dance all the way to the Leeks.
* * *
And with that, our ethereally projected
hero returned to inhabit his own shell.
To his disappointment, a hermit crab had
stolen it. PK's soul was not.
On with the quest . . .
