Laryngeal Spasm

(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)

September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee

(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience

nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong

sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre

mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –

basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion

to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny

brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:

thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,

wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars

ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee

pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,

(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee

zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un

digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans

reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.