Saturday, December 11, 2010


My gastric clime abysmed by wine,
Gravies, meats, potatoes, breads, and pie,
I ungirded my waist, laid down, prepared to die.

I awoke refreshed, again prepared to dine.
Thank God, that, though I'd felt abymsal,
I'd no need of Pepto Bismol.

Abysmed means engulfed, as, say, an overboard sailor abysmed by high seas.

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