off their rutabaga crates.
There were more rutabagas
than were strictly necessary,
as fashion shows usually
require only eight trillion.
Gerald wept upon seeing
his unfavourable lacrimation report.
Meanwhile, the rutabagas plotted
to overthrow the Italian
parsley for no reason.
The hotel lobby became
filled with rabid squirrels
resplendent in glittering tuxedos
trimmed with gold fringe.
They were welcomed by
the Lord Mayor, naturally,
who was wearing fine
robes and a gold
codpiece, just like the
RAF’s event protocol required.