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