Bryce made a mistake paid a high high price
At the party he ate coleslaw and rice
A known glutton
His choice mutton
Hot spices put his potbelly on ice
Known glutton
Bryce went on vacation to France
Had hors d'hoevres, escargots and wine in a trance
Food nice, drinks twice as nice, dames thrice as nice
Spent the next day pewking in the river in Nice
Known glutton
K-eep him well fed
N-oodles and bread
O-nions fried his favorite
W-ith chutney on the plate
N-othing is really wasted
G-ood chicken double breasted
L-unch he cannot miss
U-nsatisfied he will hiss
T-oo late for apologies
T-oo late for porridges
O-nly way is to give him mutton
N-o excuses for our known glutton
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