Laryngeal Spasm

(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...

touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)

September third tooth house sand

and eighteen didst find me

to awaken with a start

during the wee

(Willy Paine Weber) re

duck tee yo absurdum painful hour

of predawn this morning

with an experience

nada so grew vee -

feeling (the unstoppable) tree

men diss urge (lance

sing arm) strong

sensation to regurgitate,

which tum me,

(and ma tummy)

prima facie (pre

mud Donna Brownian

bow will Movement)

processing) ranks as

the moost unpleasant –

basic bodily condition,

(hence disqualifying this former

anorexic tib bee ya

bulimic), which nauseous repulsion

to stomach tomb muss elf

(yea - pertaining to

yours truly: Ma

Thee You Scott) a tinny

brass, heartless, and

dis straw hit cow

word lee lion

dew wing ever re:

thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO

gluten, lactose (i.e.

dairy substitute), and

monosodiumglutimate free,

wand door full

wizard ding once fore mid

able superman, (and now fee

bull powerless reign jars

ipso fact-so) dee

did immediately whee

kin n ding excess see

ville lee more, dee

pull lore rib hill

den das bloviation

spattering, Obi

Wan Kenobi, Casanova,

(Don Quixote) key

ping figurative lid, prithee

a boot mine gag reflex

within very limited nee

zero printed edition on reek

quest not to

publish very disagree

hubble reader's un

digest tib bill

(authored by this atheistic

secular humanist gib

brush gabbling, (sans

reincarnated doubting Thomas pre

lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree

ming cowabunga herbivorous

droning baby bee

nix nox zippity doo dada

lix lox nicks nox hip pea.