DIGESTIVE DISADVANTAGE GNOMES
Six Shakespearean Tailgaters
It keeps on the windy side of care
To eat steak that’s a bit too rare.
This was the most unkindest cut of all:
The tiniest slice of rump, no steak at all.
Something wicked this way comes —
I guess I’d better take a Tums.
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of hearts
I can no longer stomach cake or tarts!
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven!
I should have eaten fewer — six or seven.
A Range of Talents
She swore, in faith ‘twas strange, ‘twas passing strange
When she spread out on the cooling kitchen range!
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