stately Wayne Manor and immediately
The city, dressed promiscuously, had
up with flowers and chocolates.
night-long city friction (if you
one eyebrow, wink wink nudge).
any good Monty Python bits?
a laden swallow but actually
dear to his lumberjack heart.
or the Judean-People's-Front suicide squad.
Not too sure about them
And coconuts make bad horses.
enough Monty Python here yet
So, the fatbeards were murdered
to the trapeze of flatulent
strap-ons, awkwardly entering the church.
"The bells are getting louder!"
, resplendent in his purple miniskirt
with teal wangs embroidered on
the collar, marking him as
of trumpets--Saint Wally. Too