This Affair Will Be the Death of Us All
The gracious palm extended by our host
Makes light the anxious air inside the hall
Regretfully he dare not leave his post
Or else to chance abandon he the ball
The streamers tickle tops of drinks in toast
To health and happy tidings on and all
Tonight we dance ’til give we up the ghost
And mark we morning by the rooster’s call
But lo, our gracious host is absent nigh
And slowly dies the music feeding dance
As dim the candle flames about us grow
We see the celebration is a lie
And curse the name of horrid happenstance
That takes us with the dying candle’s glow
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