The Phantom Fishfinger strikes again
or
At least I'm not wooden.

"The worm-sized snooker cue lies here",
Duncan read aloud,
"Who?" inquired the Pumpkin Kid,
His nostrils in the cloud.

"His alias was Percival,
You know, the sewer rat.
He died of semolina poisoning
After eating mouldy Pat."

"But that is awful" said PK,
"I think I'll eat some fudge"
"You won't find any in that cloud,
Why not try my Hollow Sludge?"

"Hollow Sludge?!" he shouted out,
"I've heard that one before!"
But the Sausage Man he heard him not,
As he was stuffing himself silly on Hollow Sludge.

"That is not a wispy cloud,
It is infact a mist!
And in that mist there is a mire,
Which is like a foul abyss."

The Phantom Fishfinger is not a jam,
But he doth not fade away,
He simply swallows up his pride,
And bites the leg off poor PK.

"Aaggh!" poor PK said aloud,
"Now here we must not linger,
I've been attacked by a huge and evil
Savage Phantom Fishfinger!"

PK tried to hop away,
But Duncan would not budge,
As he was far to busy,
Eating Hollow Sludge.

From behind him he heard savage roars,
And looked behind his backs,
And saw the Phantom fishfinger,
Armed with a Filofax.

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