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When Gluttony and Sloth mingle, every single
Inch of the bed is covered with crumbs and snores...
But food isn't meant to breed indolent bores...
And then the stomach roars with eternal hunger,
But Sloth's too lazy to call the fish monger,
and Gluttony shakes his head in avarice and anger:
'So much for the fried fish I so craved,
Now cook me another dish, energy depraved
Sloth!'
The moral of this silly excuse for a poem?
Go into the kitchen and whip up some of our crazyrecipesthingamies!
What say you, SS? :p