Subject:  Condimentia
Date:  1997/08/07

Vegetarians have lots of spices,
And herbs, and some diverse devices,
Which they add to their beans and their rices,
A plethora of condimentia.

My friend is a stud like none other;
He fancies himself quite a lover
And he keeps, underneath a plain cover
A plethora of condomentia.

The BOB was collective delusion,
And we all helped to make this illusion.
The madness was due to collusion,
You might call it condementia.

(This next verse might have some mistakes,
But to rhyme, I will do what it takes
And admit I'm made crazy by snakes
That's right -- anacondamentia!)