Three word story

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Just add three words.

One Saturday afternoon...

‘My deal, fools’

She cried as

The European Union

Collectively sighed again

And secretly plotted

to eat Harry

With Branston Pickle

An underground rave

That was sent after Weasel but:

In neon pants.

Meanwhile, I decided

I'd had enough

I wanted out!

Of condiments and

cheap thrills, I

Would live in

Peace and quiet

away from him

In isolation. But

He followed me

and stalked me

So I kicked

the welly over

and plodded on.

Then I heard

An alarming crescendo