Ode to a bellyful of ale
Created | Updated Oct 31, 2004
You wantonly idle peasant,
Belch'st thee oft in thine goblet,
My merry wicked drunkard?
Alas, with what vulgar poison
Tormented is that woman,
Hast thy wench no breasts?
O' loathsome friend of my codpiece!
Slander your lazy bosom,
Damn it!