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
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