Eat, eat, pile, piles; uh-oh, crumbs!
Look down, golly! Now feelin’ glum.
Yes, I’m a pig every time I snack.
Spill not only food, but drink from glass is detached.
Wear atop shirt, vest a hue not pink;
now I’ve stained it with the rivulets of red-wine drink.
There are dribbles on my new blue vest now spawned,
dribbles on my blue vest spawned.
Dribbles on my new vest, blue vest, cru vest,
dribbles on my blue vest spawned.

Swearin’, I sure fume…death knell for this fine
garment that I ruined as I dined.
I might have drooled, but I ain’t even pie-eyed.
Maybe I can salvage it, makin’ it tie-dyed.
Glass got drippy, then a splat.
I got clumsy fingers, so the wine spilled down. Drat!

Dribbles on my new blue vest now spawned;
digits didn’t stay clenched on.
Dribbles on my new vest, blue vest cru-messed.
Digits couldn’t stay clenched on.

Good golly, what folly—
a wine waterfall.
What folly, good golly!
It’s fine? Not at all!
Into the wash it’s goin’
for a tumblin’ water squall.

But I’m surly now and roaring, having gorged just a few bites.
If the wash is too hot, blue vest might dry too tight.

Prob’ly gobble Molly
and forget it all.
Wash my brain with clothes soakin’…
vestal visions come to call.