A Most Violent Reaction...

Soon after nibbling 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 without 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 displaying 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 gastrointestinal agony

i.e. severe cramps dizziness

nauseousness, and re

pulsed 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.