Well it cost a fistful of plug nickels and the promise of finger food but that Saturday at the Lois Lanes Bowling Parlour on Ten Pin Alley across from Sessions Records, I hosted the island’s ill eats.
The Pop was there and Rabbit Niceberg of the Chews, Sinj of the Seeks, the Reverend Mr. Amos Rant, the Dolly Comma, Lief Derekson, and Sowbad The Tailor, representing the Muslins.
They all greeted Omitt Cayenne and his two bawdy guards, then put on their bowling shoes.
It didn’t matter what was said, Omitt wasn’t ready not to strike again.
That is until Bell Adonna, High Priestess of the Peg Anns arrived in all her nympness.
Omitt broke into heavy sweets.
He not only offered her a full gobble of turkey delights but a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and how.
Yet all the Priestess asked of Omitt was for him to lock up his jaw, take his bombshells and go home.
That and pay the islands Electra bill.
This he did in return for her number and the chance to someday ring Bell.
Thus ended the War Of The Sectses.