Me in someone else's poem
Tosh! I've never thrown up (or 'boaked' as we say in our quaint dialect) a poem in my life. Buckets of beer, pizza, kebabs, the odd strawberry tart, yes, but never a poem. I even drank 4 bottles of organic oatmeal stout to wash it down with, that's how determined I was that the (unnamed) poem remain a part of me.
Well, till next morning on the cludgie.
Spuriousness must be challenged at all costs, & I will not have my good name & dietary fortitude challenged by the very mechanisms which I endeavoured to consume.
Here is a nice photograph of me chowing down on said verse. It needed salt.