makes sick, its Because silent never me) semblance wee in my
grasp Am quick to proclaim a triumphant "Eureka!" Oh, let us seek
refuge in Antigua Where no one will laugh at my big gut curried weird
with deadened breath Because I think we're in a rut My pockets empty
the shop is shut I made time to see you you said so what her cold
gaze settled down upon
And finally decided on a solution so saline