St. Sausage High
or
If you call me a handbag again I'll Baah!
PK's left foot, all three of them,
Comes hurtling to a stop.
For the caravans an ommelete,
Two hundred beads say "wop".
The caretaker, a happy plant,
Whose robust tubular frame,
Is not unlike a 'effalump,
Whose head is both the same.
He moseys is a dosh like way,
His nosebits all a nom,
His father was a walking stick,
Named Tom diddly om pom pom.
His Lego flavoured grandmama,
Is fabled through the land,
For her experience with a jellyfish,
And a British Telecom van.
Mr. Frosty is a barbecue,
Mary, an orangutang,
Neither know the caretaker,
Whose name is : The Sausage Man.
Just like the Sausage Man! (?)
