Monday, August 16, 2010

The Sausage (Live from the W.C.)

The Sausage
(A poem, by me)

Oh dear God, do I feel sick
from that Italian sausage I had at lunch
Nature calls, so I'll be quick
to tell the tale of my of my fateful munch

I garnished it with relish,
Catsup, mustard and the likes
But now my stomach's feeling hellish
Gurgling and... *YIKES*

Oh why'd I eat that link?!
though the expired date was clearly shown
Now I will spend my final summer evening I think
atop the porcelain throne

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