In B-Town the streets are paved with food: that’s why modern-day Dicks are walking from London to seek their fortune. But they don’t really have seem to have heard of plates.
We want food on a plate
We don’t want it served on slate
We don’t want salad on a trowel
No wow to planks, boards or towels
No chips in a tiny model Rotunda
Or faggots and pays served in a guzunder
We don’t want food in a sieve
To that be quite vituperative
We don’t want food made into a mockery
So please be vigilant — always carry crockery.
So we present the official Paradise Circus B-Town emergency commemorative plate:
