{"id":2091,"date":"2016-02-03T10:51:40","date_gmt":"2016-02-03T18:51:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2091"},"modified":"2018-06-11T11:36:57","modified_gmt":"2018-06-11T18:36:57","slug":"160203","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/02\/03\/160203\/","title":{"rendered":"160203"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2016\/160203.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>160203<br \/>\nSpoiler alert dinner is spoiled<\/p>\n<p>The ulcer burst, blood everywhere<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in the soup, it&#8217;s in their hair<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in the wine, it&#8217;s on the pie<br \/>\nI think he got some in her eye<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s on the plate, it&#8217;s on the floor<br \/>\nHe splattered it upon the door<br \/>\nHe spit blood almost to Glasgow<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s like we&#8217;d watched a horror show<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"160203 Spoiler alert dinner is spoiled The ulcer burst, blood everywhere It\\'s in the soup, it\\'s in their hair It\\'s in the wine, it\\'s on the pie I think he got some in her eye It\\'s on the plate, it\\'s on the floor He splattered it upon the door He spit blood almost to Glasgow It\\'s like we\\'d watched a horror show\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>160203 Spoiler alert dinner is spoiled The ulcer burst, blood everywhere It&#8217;s in the soup, it&#8217;s in their hair It&#8217;s in the wine, it&#8217;s on the pie I think he got some in her eye It&#8217;s on the plate, it&#8217;s on the floor He splattered it upon the door He spit blood almost to Glasgow &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/02\/03\/160203\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">160203<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[103,27,53,84,12,58],"class_list":["post-2091","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-blood","tag-downton-abbey","tag-food","tag-hair","tag-tv","tag-wine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2091"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2091"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2091\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2092,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2091\/revisions\/2092"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2091"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2091"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2091"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}