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Alka-Seltzer
The heavy foods that I've ingested
Have settled in my gut and nested
And from within I clearly hear
The sound of an eruption near
Alka-Seltzer!
The steak, the beans, the curly fries,
The chicken soup, assorted pies
Straight to my gut a drink escorted
But soon I fear will be deported
Alka-Seltzer!
To uncertain fate these foods convicted
To be digested or evicted
I'm sick from this volcanic mix
Which I hope a pill will fix
Alka-Seltzer!
I drive out to the pharmacy
And rush in for the remedy
Surprised by an expected mess
I must go home and there re-dress
Alka-Seltzer!
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