Hank Marvins Ferocious Underpants

Hank Marvin's ferocious underpants spat razors over the wedding cake and guests leaving everybody sliced carnage all wet quiff quiff quiffing on Gideons choking lambretta which spewed like clockwork marzipan soldiers when viewed through stained glass windows looks a very sorry sight to the kings of Leon who can be seen flopping around like half slain turtles dressed in free form anoraks on the wedding guest list on the flippy girders on the side of girders flippy like large worms in batter setting fire to women's underwear just to be on the safe side of east street turbulence ramshackle pastry brush existence where all men are rectangles all women are circles all cats are dogs and all dogs are just about able to raise a smile but only when women naked but for a grin are stuffed erotically full of thick hard pumping and positively enormous flatulence cakes

What a disaster all weep weep weeping
For poor ole Hank
And his ferocious underpants
The wedding was ruined by cake smash gymnasts
And the guests were disgusted
By what they had been put through

Oh what a frightful disaster snivel wet snivel
For poor ole Hank
And his ferocious underpants
The party was truly over by the ringing of last orders
And the guests were all now gone
Leaving poor Hank alone on the dance floor

This cut-up was constructed during  winter of 2001 and is taken from one piece of prose, but is re-arranged in places for a more surreal feel to the piece.

                                                                                                    By Spartacus Mole