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We in the attic blanketed with dust Waiting stiffly until The Beaumont's leave, Us portraits and mannequins stuck like rust Wearing fluffy clothes the butler would weave. They leave, we awaken and run downstairs To see the table full of wine and mess We gather around, the gramophone blares The butler screams, that old Anderson Wes He looked as though he never saw a feast Ran stupidly shaking like a drunk man 'Til the portrait of Paul said to the beast, "You're waking the neighbors, here have some flan!" Eyes bulging, eyes fuming old Wes breaks down His allergy got the very best of him Rolling on the floor covered in a frown We watched and listened his life on a limb. "He ruined the party!" cried Ms. LeBoot, We were in uproar, covered in white noise But then stood Mr. Crowser in his suit Headless, but strong with a booming tight voice. He said, "We shall not let his death be vain, As butler Wes would see this to the end Now let us dine and let us feast through pain And unveil this dust, with drink it will mend!"
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
Evening Party by Victor Vilner
We in the attic blanketed with dust Waiting stiffly until The Beaumont's leave, Us portraits and mannequins stuck like rust Wearing fluffy clothes the butler would weave. They leave, we awaken and run downstairs To see the table full of wine and mess We gather around, the gramophone blares The butler screams, that old Anderson Wes He looked as though he never saw a feast Ran stupidly shaking like a drunk man 'Til the portrait of Paul said to the beast, "You're waking the neighbors, here have some flan!" Eyes bulging, eyes fuming old Wes breaks down His allergy got the very best of him Rolling on the floor covered in a frown We watched and listened his life on a limb. "He ruined the party!" cried Ms. LeBoot, We were in uproar, covered in white noise But then stood Mr. Crowser in his suit Headless, but strong with a booming tight voice. He said, "We shall not let his death be vain, As butler Wes would see this to the end Now let us dine and let us feast through pain And unveil this dust, with drink it will mend!"
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kenny-h
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
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