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 ****** reign
of terror reducing me to hash out,
     this ridiculous juvenile refrain.