(excerpt from) the immomal man conversations (pt. VI)

Holy hands! I worked a quick dinner and sent it off to morning!
You've got too many hardy-hats, how will we make a fast break for it? Or of it?
No way but the right way.
I'm afraid of points pointing at each other.
An empty belly and a good rest of the night should set you atease (sic).
A full bell does ring awfully.
So like a tired tummy, to tick the tock.
So go look-a-head.
And fill your money.
And munch your bankfast.
We've poked out the economy's eyes
With our party's surprise.
And our eyes went runny for mummy.
Crybaby.
Sweet lady.

Related.

And relieved.