Gus the glutton whenever he was able <br />dined on Henry's pages of poems on the table. <br />He swilled them. He slurped them. <br />At high tea he burped them: <br />sappy sentiment, <br />not meat and potato<br /><br />Shelley Byron Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sugar-intensive-diet/
