Full Meal

I ate a hot dog, on a crusty bun,
Some french fries, pudding, and an ice cream cone,
A cup of Devon cream, peach pie, corn pone,
Two slices of a meat loaf, not well done,
More pudding, cotton candy, freshly spun,
Ribs, overcooked and falling off the bone,
A pepperoni pizza, baked on stone,
One hundred shrimps in black sauce, one by one.

I drank one glass each of Scotch whisky, rye,
Bourbon, champagne poured out in pops and spurts,
Three goblets of the tastiest gewürz,
A keg of beer, the best gin I could buy,
Some distilled water from the River Wye,
And prune juice. I'm so cavernous, it hurts.