The quest revealed
or
How to incorporate the word 'gub' into poetry.

The garage an unholy cow,
Went to the point called 'p',
And there it dealt a hand of sludge,
to a butch cat called Sadie.

Now this foul sludge, though not a mire,
Was just right fit to swallow,
So the Sausage Man he took a bite,
And found it was quite hollow.

"Hollow Sludge?" he shouted out,
"This will never do!,
My garage was an albatross
and my best friend was a Gnu!"

"My favourite pet, a plastic fork,
was killed by a breadcrumbed fiend,
I've had enough, well almost,
At least Mary's foot's still green!"

"Ah!" said PK, "I meant to say
A snail eating kitchen sink has stolen my trousers!
Bugger! no I wasn't, can I start this verse again?"
"No you bloody well can't!" replied everybody in unison.
"OK, I'll carry on."

"Well in that case we must venture 4th"
The Sausage Man exclaimed,
"And do what?" quizzed perplexed PK,
"I dont know, it was you who cocked up the last verse, not me, you gub."

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