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Soon after nib
bling pumpkin pie,
I felt terribly amiss,
where death
be not proud
did scythe lance me
never came to bring
bliss, well nigh
thus hour writhing
with torturous pain
awoke wish to lie
with permanent rigor
mortis supine with
out an intestate
for meager pose
Hessions this guy
attests, which
scarce material goods,
one would
immediately espy
little stock dis
due dill ling
dad doth
not deign
deliberately dis
playing no deny
ill asper
being non
materialistic, not
wanting aye
asseverate
next of
kin burden
some task
to decry.
As per thee
above mentioned
immediate grippe
of jabbing
abdominal agony
did not wane
for extended
period of time,
which sudden devout
praying Holy
Scott twas
in vane
where that
this ordinarily
spry body
of mine
sought zilch
ambition
tubby vaunted
or urbane,
but these
lovely bag of bones
felt fragile as if
one to many
fruit loops taken
on Ozzy
Osborne's ):
crazy train
plagued with waves
of gastro
intestinal agony
i.e. severe
cramps dizziness
nauseousness,
and repulsed
with aversion
to air, don,
or trumpet
a swan song,
sans of this
aged jilted
(once shy
twice burned)
once besotted
handsome swain
hobbled thus
unable to ride
my high horse
weathering a
bodily reign
of terror
reducing me
to hash out,
this ridiculous
juvenile refrain.
