Night and day under the fleece of me T
here's an Oh, such a flaming furneth burneth the grease of me.
Night and day under the bark of me.
There's an Oh, such a mob of microbes making a park of me.
Night and day under the rind of me
There's an Oh, such a zeal for spooning ru'ning the mind of me . . .
Cole Porter never wrote these lines, but he (almost) might have. They are a memorable lampoon by the late Ring Lardner of Minstrel Porter's most famous attack of heartburn. Readers—as distinct from listeners—now have an opportunity to...
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