the brain of Sir
Loin of Beef, twelve
million neurones fired simultaneously
producing a dim realization
that he probably left
his sword stuck in
pre-Anglo Saxon Britain.
Fortunately he was able
to hop in the
bog in question and
retrieve the sword, and
all the returnable bottles
tossed by football hooligans
assaulted our hero, inflicting
mere scratches. The mayor
however, suffered a serious
setback when his pet
jabberwock ate the entire
soufflé he’d made for
his aging mother and