Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
  Love's fire died down to an ember, I'd have no second chance to score.
    I can never end this madness—no one else can bring me gladness
    I'll just die of massive sadness—sadness for the lost Lenore
  For the rare and sexy chick that once was known as my Lenore.
                "Cursed I am for ever more!"

    Then, suddenly, while waxing humble, I felt a strange internal rumble
  Fill me up with gastric terrors never felt before;
    From my tummy came the greeting, "Hang the girl, you should be eating.
    Give me food and stop your cheating, I am one you can't ignore—
  Eat and drink, I hate the cheating, I'm the one you won't ignore.
                This it is; ignore no more!"

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
  I grabbed the phone, all set to order from an all-night store.
    "My stomach's badly misbehaving, inflicting a consuming craving,
    Take the money I've been saving; quell my hungering core!
  Send three pizzas, extra large ones! They will quell my hungering core!"
                Said the clerk's voice, "That's fer sure!"

    "Pile them high with lots of meats as ne'er before you've stacked your pizzas!
  Shovel every veggie on 'em like you've never done before.
    Anchovies? Let me tell you clearly, I love the little fishies dearly.
    Load 'em on, this isn't merely some light snack, this special chore—
  Triple cheese is my desire." I heard a voice cry, "What a chore!"
                Merely this, and nothing more.

    As melancholia was returning, all my soul within me burning,
   Then again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    "Yes, yes," said I, full of pleasure, "here's my food, my fondest treasure:
    Now I'll placate without measure all my craving's stark implore—
  There he stood, the pizza driver, and he did to me implore,
                "Please step back and hold the door!"

    Open wide I flung the portal and beheld the wondrous mortal,
  With the aid of two assistants, dribble grease across the floor.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    "Bud, you must be really crazy! Pay the bill, I'll hit the door."
  I pulled out a brand new fifty. "Keep the change, just hit the door."
                He took the note and was no more.

   Then the wonderful aroma rescued me from grieving coma
 With the promised, blest escaping from the memory that I bore.
   Gastric juices started churning.  I began to sate the yearning—
   Still the restless fiery burning of my stomach and Lenore—
 Gulping, cramming, I devoured it never thinking of Lenore!
                Quoth my tummy, "Give me more!"

    More and more I forced down proudly, stopping once for burping loudly.
  Filling, stuffing, seldom chewing, throwing boxes on the floor,
    Strength from the gods, I seemed to borrow as I erased the nagging sorrow.
    Heedless of the coming morrow, I let my rising spirit soar—
  Reaching for another helping, felt my rising spirit soar,
                Free at last, Forevermore!

    Boldly I continued eating!  Newfound life, accepting, greeting.
  "Down the hatch," was my outcry. "I've yet more flavors to explore!"
    And, as I gulped another swallow, I searched for the piece to follow.
    Now my self-indulgent wallow changed into a new outpour—
  Frantically, I searched the clutter; feeling vast new grief outpour.
                "It's all gone. There is no more."

     Before my grief could overtake me, problems rose surely to break me.
  I'd given over-contribution to my craving's nagging roar.
     My system had become infested; pounds of junk I had ingested.
     The mass refused to be digested, causing me to hit the floor.
  My tummy ached, in full rebellion.  I rolled and twisted on the floor.
                "Get thee, Ma, to a drugstore."

    Yearning for some serious belching, nothing gave me aid in squelching
  Bloating. Such severe distraction, like I'd never known before!
    Nothing stopped the pain abysmal—Rolaids, Tums, nor Pepto-Bismol—
    All were ineffective, dismal failures 'gainst the curse I bore—
  Against this grim, ungainly, ghastly, self-inflicted curse I bore!
                How I groveled on the floor!

    Lying there, my stomach frying,  Ma rushed in while I was crying
  "Take me, gods, you see I'm dying. Nothing's left in this life's store.
    Get the doctor! Do it quickly!  My stomach is enlarging thickly!
    This is more than feeling sickly—call him to my door!
  If you love me call him hither—call him to my door!
                I can't take one minute more!"

    It seemed an age, more than eternal, I waited for that old infernal 
  Quack to bring his potions grand to snatch me from hell's fiery shore!
    Once again I heard a rapping, firm but gentle, welcome tapping!
    "Ma, I hope that you're not napping.  Go and let him in the door!
  Take thy pity on the dying; run and let him in the door!" 
               Loud I cried out, "Get the door!"

    The doctor couldn't hide his grinning as he found how I'd been sinning—
  "Lie thee on the bed, my patient—will to live I'll soon restore."
    He had my aching body jumping as he poked with lots of thumping.
    "You just need a stomach pumping, your ordeal will soon be o'er.
  Once we get your tummy empty, your ordeal will soon be o'er.
               Eat like that, son, nevermore."

    The heinous deed he handled swiftly.  I sat up, now far less sickly.
  I felt human and much better but for new visions of Lenore.
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining—thinking of estranged Lenore,
  Wishing I could somehow relive days with my estranged Lenore.
                "Ah," I sighed, "It's really o'er."

    Mother tried to make me cheery; all her efforts made me dreary.
  "Sleep, my boy, you've been through rigors.  Just forget that chick, Lenore."
    With her loving arms around me shattered romance couldn't hound me.
    Blessed sleep had finally found me—moved me to its peaceful shore.
  Soon I floated off in slumber to that calm and peaceful shore.
                As my mother shut the door.

    As I lay in welcome slumber, pleasant dreams beyond a number
  Filled my brain with soothing respite while I slept as ne'er before.
    Wakened from my lovely napping, one more time I heard a rapping—
    This time someone shyly tapping, tapping on my bedroom door.
  "Can there be no balm in Gilead? Why dost thou knock upon my door?"
                Came the answer, "Don't be sore."

    "Come in, Ma, but make it short. I'm in no mood for talk or sport. 
  By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    There this soul with great elation, saw, beyond all expectation,
    Standing with Ma, in oblation, sweet and wonderful Lenore!
  From behind her tear-stained cheeks did smile my wonderful Lenore!
                Said she, "Can we try once more?"

    Both of them crossed over to me.  Panic rose and shot right through me.
  They took my arms and deftly drew me from my chamber, through the door.
    As if in nightmarish fable, they drug me to the dining table.
    There I spied upon that table, feast enough to feed a corps—
  Meat loaf, turkey, ham and mutton—plenty for an army corps.
               "Egad! They wish me suffer more!"

    "I have heard the awful story, all the details wild and gory.
  Your Ma and I, we'll band together, all life's fullness to restore!
    You've had hours of restful napping," my Lenore's jaws were a-flapping.
    While she spoke she was unwrapping pastries, pies and cakes galore!
  "Endless goodies I have brought you—pastries, pies, and cakes galore."
               Now what trick of fate's in store?

    "Every time that life impales you—hurts you, binds you, ghastly pales you,
  Eating cures whatever ails you. I'm your Ma.  I know the score."
    "Disobeying's never easy, I don't take it light or breezy.
    Ma, I still feel very queasy. Back away, don't block the door."
  My girlfriend kept on stacking pastries high enough to block the door.
               "Nonsense, honey," laughed Lenore.

    Without any time for grieving, deep inside I felt a heaving,
  Heaving down within my gut that shook me to my very core.
    It set my tongue and lips to curling; once again the room was whirling.
    I knew soon I would be hurling on Ma's clean linoleum floor.
  "Lookout, dear Lenore," I choked and upchucked on the kitchen floor!
               "Ooh, gross!" Lenore fled through the door.