Gout
GOUT
Look out!
Old Nick Rich lurks about in punishing mood
He’s gout
His evil acids plunge, swirl around
He’ll diabolize thy favorite dish
Send it sweetly, heartily down
Then twirl his fork at your pitiful cries –
Those sudden, repeated jabs
Intense red pain, complete surprise
At long, long last gout may subside
But watch your diet
He’s still inside
Oh never think you’ve got it made
Nick never sleeps, knows all you eat
This Mephistophelean shade
Dave Austin
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