There's a face in the clouds
and it is poking
its tongue out at me,
cheeky blighter,
I ought to write a
poem about that.

Saturday and the butler
has the day off
which is a bit off
if you ask me,

I expect butlers go
to church on Sunday
and they'll be wanting that off too,
well, they can naff off,
I can't do all the work around here.