WELCOME BACK, BERRY!
Angela sang something very spooky ...
|Her eyes turn to poison|
and her hair turns to splinters.
Bob took us to a Caribbean Island ...
|No ... not that Kingston!|
Ken was fixated by a female anatomical part that resembled ...
|White tripe by moonlight.|
Mike fulfilled a request, taking us by the hand to the metropolis ...
In company of Jane and Phil we visited an historic Dorset village ...
|... but they can't break the oath|
To conclude Ken recounted the tale about Natasha of the big chest
|The excuse being that 'chest'|
rhymes with 'fest'!
Hoi, hoi, hoi!