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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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