Beclogged his mind attempted to
assemble words and make them rhyme
two chicks inside his dancing shoe
arpeggios sang about lunchtime.
The consonance of birdie chirps
commixed with his tenor vox
to harmonize with gurgling burps,
the gulps of beer and chicken squawks.
With half unfolded, haggard eyes
he dragged to the kitchen fridge,
should dormant senses misadvise
cause grogshops intellects abridge.
Four sizzling, with butter, eggs
prepared thereon the ferrous cast
were ravened as the froth in kegs
quixotically quelled, unglassed.
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