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[Preston, Moderator]

Today the sun is out and it's warmer,

[Preston, Moderator]

So the repair folks call this day instead of the former.

[Roger]

It's tough trying to find a monster from Capri,

[Roger]

The one Quint and Rufio must go and see,

[Roger]

The sort that thinks children are a tasty snack

[Roger]

Followed by anaatcid tabs to stop them coming back.

[Preston, Moderator]

Poor monster has acid reflux,

[Preston, Moderator]

from eating several garbage trucks.

[Preston, Moderator]

My poor monster upchucks,

[Preston, Moderator]

if he eats too many young bucks.

[Preston, Moderator]

My poor monster thought schoolboys were yummy,

[Preston, Moderator]

But he ate them from the boarding school and got and upset tummy.

[Roger]

The monster on Capri is named Cucas

[Roger]

Not to be confused with Cacus,

[Roger]

Who lived in a cave on the Palatine

[Roger]

And said of every passing child, "He's all mine!

[Roger]

He'll be real tasty cooked in shallots and wine

[Roger]

Served piping hot on a bed of the nuts of pine."

[Preston, Moderator]

you do have a flair

[Preston, Moderator]

for cooking the world's fare.

[Preston, Moderator]

the next Expo (world's fair)

[Preston, Moderator]

Will be a Milanese affair.

[Preston, Moderator]

Expo 2015

[Preston, Moderator]

is better eaten than seen.

[Roger]

I've just been in Milan,

[Roger]

the Milanese have a plan

[Roger]

which I think you'll find handy:

[Roger]

it's to coat the pavements in candy.

[Preston, Moderator]

The editor printed in the news with no regret he

[Preston, Moderator]

made a font that looked like spaghetti.

[Preston, Moderator]

And for dingbats he said this type calls

[Preston, Moderator]

for great big ones made of meatballs.

[Roger]

For purity of taste I prefer Windings

[Roger]

now with that font you can do things,

[Roger]

like spicing up some chicken wings

[Roger]

so hot they'll make your ears ring.

[Roger]

But when it comes to cleaning the pans

[Roger]

I always say there's nothing like Comic Sans.

[Preston, Moderator]

There's nothing like Commie spies?

[Preston, Moderator]

Don't you know they're the bad guys?

[Preston, Moderator]

Better dead than red,

[Preston, Moderator]

There's commie spy under ever bed.

[Preston, Moderator]

Don't you know that's not a spy?

[Preston, Moderator]

That's the guy from the FBI.

[Preston, Moderator]

And the one from yesterday,

[Preston, Moderator]

Was the bum from the CIA.

[Roger]

Oh, so it wasn't you,

[Roger]

Our man from GCHQ?

[Roger]

I thought I saw you wearing a bandana

[Roger]

Pretending to be our man in Havana.