The gigantic air kraken that attacked the Brunel Hotel last year, affectionately known as Fred, descended on the Gangplank in Clockhaven over the weekend. It appears that this year he brought some company.
I propose a song to mark this momentous occasion:
The itsy bitsy kraken
climbed up the public house
down came the alien to wipe the kraken out
out came the folks with all their sharpened knives
and
the itsy bitsy kraken…
…
…
well, it became pickles.
The end.
Joy is heard in the words you’ve said.
But this rhyme floats now in my head:
While Fred, it is said, is truly dead.
His lyncher inspires equal dread… O.O