Goodbye (a story)
YoñluThere was not one, not two
But one vertically challenged vicar
Named Guuurdenky Slipslogruya-Q
He sealed himself in some tupperware
And ran out of oxygen fairly quickly
His gravestone read w-w-w dot
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Unfortunately
And to fantastical circumstances
The vicar did not require oxygen to function
Thus he remained trapped underground in tupperware
For many a cronological passing
Did I mention that he was buried with M. C. Hammer
Guuurdenky slowly begun
To wibble in a frantic attempt to free himself of his airtight plastic cage
What can be said now is a word that doesn't exist: leltenfindusbq
And with that Guuurdenky erupted from the ground
The theme tune from Hart to Hart
Booming from his gaping facial opening
With little hesitation
He struck revenge on those who had stapled him
To various branded biros in his youth
Through method of volatile fuselage
He had fulfilled his greatest dreams
And conquered half of Europe in mighty breath
Tearing apart time as we know it
And piecing it back together with safety pins and U.H.U
He unloaded the pins
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