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A Chapter In Which We Celebrate A Marvellous Writer's Breakfast Preference!! 

(Sung to the music of Gilbert and Sullivan - Possibly Pirates of Tight Pants )


The Interventionists.

Had Elf upon their list 

Elf was deluded 

All he did was brooded 


The interventionists

All expressed a special wish

Take Elf straight back in time 

Find someone to make him kind 


Into the time machine 

Elf isn't really mean 

Take him to Pizza 

Go right away 


Right away (Chorus)

Right away 

Take Elf right away 


Right away 

Right away 

Take Elf right away (End of debatable Gilbert and Sullivan music :)


Reckless Sam at controls 

Aimed for Italy Year 1505 

Barbie spun the gyro

Gus watched the ding dong meter

The B Band played, 'The Girl from Ipanema' (Especially for Joe who was reading at that moment)

Off to find the famous psychologist 

At the leaning tower of pizza


'First things first' Lady R demanded 

It's on the huh, that tower of pizza 

Make it straight that would be neater'


So Troll and Mabel gave it a shove 

And the tower became perpendicular at once

Anna Gram said it would look better 

Wallpapered in a pattern of pepperoni and lettuce


So Sykes took some paste and covered it at once 

And the tower leaned no longer and looked like @most_bay's lunch

(Which is a mouthful of a line)


Elf climbed the steps and there to his surprise 

Was the renown psychologist there before his eyes 

'I'm Poppy Tart, and I have a special formulation 

That will put you off for good

Any World domination!!


If you ruled the world 

You must solve all the problems 

Keep the peoples fed 

In all the populations 


Stop all the wars 

Make  cockerels crow 

To wake up sleepy parsons 


Make rivers flow 

and blow the nose 

Of flu riddled orphaned pythons


You'll have to help the scientists 

And clean out all the drains 

You must provide the castanets

For all the folk in Spain 


You'll get bored of all the bowing 

And all the riches too 

You won't be able to travel 

Your throne will be a loo' 


'Oh Poppy Tart, Oh Poppy Tart 

What am I going to do? 

I'm through with domination 

I haven't got a clue' 


But Poppy said, 'it's ok Elf 

I know that you are cured 

Go forth to Rome, enjoy yourself 

In BC 42 


As elf climbed in the time machine 

A smiling to his chums 

He aimed towards the Romans' 

To have a little fun 


And Poppy Tart, she waved them off 

From tower that was straight 

Remembering once, she was engaged 

To poor olde Putty Face

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