mc5 - A Sticky End

And then, from out his innards came a most unusual sound

Something like an ice-cream van, doing its summer round

He thought, "that's strange, for beans I did not eat,"

"And what might this miasma be, now creeping round my seat?"

'Twas far too late, for vengeful Fate gave him what he deserved:

As the implications struck him, he was terribly unnerved

But would not yield so grabbed his shield and sallied forth to fight

But as he proceeded, his left leg didn't feel quite right

He then came notice a fissure near his thigh

He then came notice a fissure near his thigh

Several inches long, and a centimetre high