Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

to illuminate the dark

in the tunnels beneath

Wembley Stadium, where Syd

Straw was happily injecting

silicone into his voluptuous

butt, while manicurists buffed

Elton’s goldfish platform shoes

and disinfected Cher’s navel.

Using the navel Suck-u-lux,

Sonny gathered souvenirs to

take back to granma

Cher, whose half-breed

spawn produced more of

those thingybobs that, errrm,

well, you know what!

"Wink wink nudge nudge,

say no more. Whoo!."

“Oh, poppycock!” shouted Mr.

Dick Flowers, gigolo florist

, bon vivant and psychopathic