I Hate Nerys Hughes

Saint Francis Came to My Town And Visited the Cemetery. The Dead Got Up and Everything Became One Big One Big Cacaphony. They All Went Down the Social And They Claimed Their Supplementary. And All the Necrophiliacs Were Walking 'round in Misery. The Rotting Mass of Calcium Was Shopping in the Superstore, Careering Down the Aisles Like One Big Psychopathic Carnivore, The Shelf-stackers Were Alert, In Ecstasy Crashed to the Floor, And Meanwhile the Saint Was Growing Crazy At the Fire-door. Ah, the Beautiful Sparkling Healthy Spa Water of Bath, in Avon. I! Hate! Nerys! Hughes! I! Hate! Nerys! Hughes! I! Hate! Nerys! Hughes! I! Hate! Nerys! Hughes!