My butler, Dearest butler,
Please come hither to thee,
Show they self to be proper
When in the presence of me.
In the doorway you linger
So tall and straight you stand
As you bow you head low
To patiently await my command.
I stay in my bed and whisper,
I ask for you to be at my side
So I can confess myself to thee
And tell how you've satisfied.
"I'm greatly old fashion, I know.
I'm elderly, wrinkled, and frail."
I reach out for your gloved hand,
I'm cold and frightfully pale.
My butler, Loyal butler,
I give you a golden reference
For you are truly perfection,
Magically knowing my preference.
One last task is I give to you,
Stay near me now awhile
To comfort me once more
With your genuine smile.
My butler, Loving butler,
I have little time left, it's true
So pay me one last request.
I have a question for you:
When I die, where will you be?
Will you stay close and greave
And carry me to my final grave?
Or will you just simply leave?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
My butler, Dearest butler,
Please come hither to thee,
Show they self to be proper
When in the presence of me.
In the doorway you linger
So tall and straight you stand
As you bow you head low
To patiently await my command.
I stay in my bed and whisper,
I ask for you to be at my side
So I can confess myself to thee
And tell how you've satisfied.
"I'm greatly old fashion, I know.
I'm elderly, wrinkled, and frail."
I reach out for your gloved hand,
I'm cold and frightfully pale.
My butler, Loyal butler,
I give you a golden reference
For you are truly perfection,
Magically knowing my preference.
One last task is I give to you,
Stay near me now awhile
To comfort me once more
With your genuine smile.
My butler, Loving butler,
I have little time left, it's true
So pay me one last request.
I have a question for you:
When I die, where will you be?
Will you stay close and greave
And carry me to my final grave?
Or will you just simply leave?
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