The Three Word Story, Part II

with a tasteful
(bananas dressed as Goering? The sneaky devils Never trust a banana)

 

cherry on top!

(Tasteful or tasty?)

 

Enraged, he smashed

(Says the son of Ec, the lion.)

 

through blancmange replicas

 

which were attempting

 

to replicate a

 

mound of wobbly

 

rhubarb flavoured jellies (jello to our American cousins)

 

. These wobbling wonders

 

wibbled their wobbles

 

and wandered wonderfully

 

outside into woeful

 

wet weather. Whether,

 

windy, wild, or

 

just plain mild

(thought I would go for a rhyme)

 

the woblers performed

 

admirably. These gyrations

 

hypnotised the watching

 

masses of Wibbles

 

wobbling but not
(come on, I remember the advert! Oops, that was Weebles.)