When Cthulhu, angry that
Mrs Cthulhu burned his
favourite socks, saw that
he had been summoned,
finally stopped yelling and
instead counted his pennies.
Three were missing, so
, in a fit of
pique, destroyed the Earth.
(But it got better)
In its place a
large wheel of cheese
that stank of mold
rolled down the street,
flattening buildings, and totally
smashing my banana split.
This did not stop
John Cleese from complaining
vociferously about all things
parrot and cheese related.