So I suscribe to a poetry mailing list and usually they have classical things like Yeats, Poe, Chaucer. The other day I got this; and I just choked upon reading it. I was not expecting this when I opened the poem:
Regime de Vivre
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do,
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Rated R - makes you want to click, eh? )