Stew With Nothing To Chew

Now, I take you for The Heady With this Rather Rough and Ready: Your dared cooking of A Dead Stew, In it nothing to richly chew And clearly no Lump of Jew’s Ewe... A Thing you can’t try with A Jew, Who’d go ahead to finish you And worse not bury Wasted You Under their Honoring Yew… I just could you beat black and blue And watch you as you catch a flu And never at all raise a hue… If this was about your means few I saw not when The Money flew