Svelte belles make euw! sounds of disgorging food. . .
Strong belcher yields
'cause her friend wields her plunging finger. . .nothing spouts.
Strong belcher yields to retcher.

So then she ceases, her mouth closed. Friend's plunging hand
Can't start a stream.
It's sometimes hard to free your lunch, to get it all out.
It doesn't splatter, munched food, cream.

Finger's further down to get gorged-on food. . .
Strong belcher shields
Her shoes from yield of pumped-out puke that's bound to spout.
Strong belcher shields her Skechers.

No hunks yet leave; she's got dry heaves; she grieves,
'cause nothing's primed to blow.
Sadly she can't explode, spew it--trying all night
But all she musters is a gag.

Only makes much sound. . .not disgorging food. . .
Strong belcher yields,
Though her friend wields her plunging finger. . .nothing spouts.
Strong belcher yields to retcher.

Thar she blows! This time she succeeds:
It's a Yellowstone Old Faithful stream.
She lets it go till what's ingested's all gone;
At last, her stinking dinner's freed.

Belcher gazes down at her gorgeous shoes:
Strawberries, veal, nutmeg, shrimp peeled, bran, nuts figs, stew, tongue up did spout.

Strong belcher feels displeasure,
Strong belcher feels dyspepsia,
Strong belcher wields her Skecher.

[fade on concurrent sounds of regurgitation and derrière being kicked]