in great unburdened gless,
that the test results will soon return,
with letters about me.
Full of sappy sorrow, and kind words
at my poor sad affliction,
to bring on bouts of ice-cream,
and mounds of fresh affection.
Anusdrea Istanbul Fartentez
ran straight into the car,
and waited to begin the trip,
with eyes watering and ajar.
The doctor said, ten minutes later
'This is the worst I've ever seen!
I've never known anyone to eat
seven million tonnes of bad baked beans!
The flatulence must level forests!
Must shrivel spiders legs!'
He turned towards her parents,
which where sitting green and pegged.
'She's the wicked wind of satan!
Shame on you for giving her so much!
She must NEVER eat baked beans!
Only greens and grains and such.
And to stop her but expelling,
every trace of mind and soul,
I'm prescribing this heavy duty cork,
to insert in her butthole...