Alsetto porridge vies (in “its” own way)
With the greed of fat Atkinsons and brave svelt dirigibles
“You are the best Malcolm I ever ate dog chips over!”
Said Dermot O’Christos in a fit of pique fitness

I clamber towards your fettling loins in a chariot
Made of lascivious trout, municipal gout and faddy eaters of bum steaks
“You are a crust stolen from the bottom of a loaf called Mipper”
Said Georgie Phayel, the badger-tungsten merchant from (we’re not) worthing

Bruises on the dappled rump of mustard mothers spit roasted
As culinary pornography with a running commentary by Alan ‘Barry’ Parry.
A plump midlander with hair and a visigoth’s visor decides to make smut movies
Under the nom de plume Bartolomeo Bubbles – ‘He’s putting it in men – AGAIN!’

End
It
On
My
Mantra
Baby

The
muck
of
marmosets
is
not
a
fit
dish.