jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer
- soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with
(Brooker / Reid) It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile and if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends
which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama. He
(Brooker / Reid) "All hands on deck, we've run afloat!" I heard the captain cry "Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!" Across