Choice cut terror has struck the streets.
The beastly Nun had claimed many victims.
And tonight would be no exception.
Dr Possum was called in to capture
the ausome religious fiend.
"Mmmm the beastly Nun will like you"
he said as he tied Nurse Bloodgen's
wrists and ankles to a stake in a dark ally.
"You shall be bait for the Nun.
Your menstrations shall becon her a sucking."
Big Ben struck midnight.
All was silent cept the trees that bent rubber.
But then in the inky darkness came...
"Smoosgis, smoosgis, suckle" the beastly Nun.
Her bad breath eroded Nurse Bloodgens face.
"Mmm freash moist morsal mortal.
I shall eat as much of you as I can
in the name of the Lord".
"No you sharnt" cried Dr Possum as he crawled
out from under Nurse Bloodgens skirt.
"Foiled and doylies" cursed the Nun.
"Yes you may well say that Nun.
But I Dr Possum am here
to take you to stand trial and death."
"No doubt you'll recieve a nice reward?"
"Two thousand and a licence to kill
weak patience night and day."
"Sounds good to me, lets go."
Dr Possum bundled the Nun into a rough coal sack.
"Oh Dr Possum my face feels like dribbley lard"
said Nurse Bloodgen.
The Nuns breath was pretty strong stuff.
Nurses face had gone all goowee.
Dr Possum thought for a moment.
"Mmmm well thats the way the cookie crumbles"
he said then stroled off with the
coal sack over his shoulder.