Suspicion Fell On the Butler
For him quirky incidents are not very new,
Being adept seasoned butler for years a few;
Dead fly in the chicken curry they bluntly cry,
While gladly consume entire pork and mutton fry...!
My ballet missing! A lousy one loudly yells,
Must be the butler, the other so firmly tells;
All hell breaks out; like high hills, heap many a doubt,
Hullabaloo! In his air-bag they find it out!
Salt more for one; less for other; butler is called,
He separates the dishes; Hassle over-hauled;
Sizzler or cool cucumber; grievance goes the same,
Harassing the butler has been the supreme aim...!
It's, now, the duke's wife's fallen-tower-like collapse,
Food poison! Call the butler! Scrutinize the lapse!
Depressed wife, they found, had taken sedative-dose,
Butler's life, thus, often in doubts, turns grave jocose...!
22 July 2022
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