Laughing too hard, Wayman. I have to play, too.
Heave that? Heave that?
How did I heave that?
Right in the porcelain throne.
I should flush that right away,
With a strong quick sluice.
Why’d I get so tight today?
Please bring me some juice.
Sweetheart, lover,
Will I recover?
Give up hot foods I have known?
I think I need pills again,
Pepto—four or five!
Why’d I eat that dinner for ten,
Plus Cornish hen?
Too much cayenne!
How will I survive?
Laura in LA |
