The last chaste goose...finder's fee?

In the name of the great patte
I sealed the deal and mealy mouthed my way to the cabin of juices,
on the hill of mange.

The story begins with three sharks and zinfindel,
the loss of the baritone's fidelity,
and the sauciness of the pastor's beard.

gather the fire and rounds of UZI meat
white wine floats on the surface of a birch tree,
swimming hazily in the brazen cove.

The last planet I visited had a McBurger waiting for me in the shadows:
an unlikely ambush? or a sexy surprise?
Busy are the hours.

Quests and journeys, learning your friend not to ever cross your path
dredge hooks and pale-faced traceries
it was a whizz-bang of a snafu.