While side view has a theme on food,
To rhyme with it is not so good,
For ‘good’ produces a wrong mood,
It does not match quite as it should.
When food is served upon a nude –
Though be it entree, mains or pud –
Might it offend a priggish prude?
I rather tend to think it would.
You’d never say that blood was blued
(Unless of high birth, when you could),
Or try to say a flood was flued
And food’s not fud, fude, foed, or fould.
When food you’d viewed as lewd and crude,
And mewed, dude, when queued under hood;
So clued, rhymes could be rather rude,
Like brood renewed stood stewed in wood.
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