Window Washer Committee

A grayish blue beluga whale arrived two minutes too late. The whole committee yelled "no" before half past eight. Fifteen minutes later, a filthy, smelly camel tromped in, Making the whole committee laugh out of their skin. A lion tried to enter, roaring with all of his might. We knew we couldn't get him back out without a fight. So we barricaded the door, and we shushed each other, And we tried not to argue, which was hard for my mother. There wasn't any problem until three days ago. We had no beefs, and it had not yet snowed. Our ideal window washer has been here forever and a day. He’d be here still if the good Lord had not taken him away. He was here yesterday, the big, giant cad. But he's dead now, and we're all spitting mad. This committee was hastily assembled in the aftermath. Fred had been here forever and a day, our own smart giraffe. He’d washed our windows, he’d sorted our mail, he’d spoiled us rotten, And now he was resting outside in a soft fluffy field of cotton. “No, sorry, we’d say quickly, without fear. Wishing Fred would wake up and come running back here. But the giraffes cannot go on after they're dead, So we ended up hiring a stack of monkeys instead.