My love did give to me a healthy dose
Of rancid sweating nauseating splish
I said my dear this bowl of filth be gross
I wish to throw it out with last night's dish
She said last night of this same splish you ate
And no complaints did I receive from thee
So hold your tongue sir cease your words of hate
And sit ye down and dine on splish with me
So puke I did upon the table spread
No other choice had I but this to do
For splish in me would surely make me dead
A better choice than eating of this brew
But laced with vomit it seemed not so bad
So I did eat it up and I was glad
