Richard uttered, stillness broken, his words of hunger then were spoken,
"My stomach aches for a weird and wonderful store!"
We urged the Moke to take us faster, risking temporal disaster,
And swiftly into the town of Eton we bore,
Cried Richard to the happy locals, "Serve me Lap Lap!" - and his belly the burden bore,
~ 'Tis OK and nothing more.
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