said mr red to mr green
this is as bad as it’s ever been
said mr blue to mr black
will we ever get back on track?
said mrs white to mrs pink
my dear, i think i need a drink
said miss orange to lady yellow
who let in that dreadful fellow?
and pointed to a man in gray
lifting a biscuit from a tray
and casting a glance around the room
which seemed to spell impending doom
outside a peal of thunder crashed
the butler asked, can all this last?
the maid assured him that it could
beside the fire a stranger stood
i believe that is the king of spain
said mr bounding to lord main
the man in gray corrected him
and said, that is montana slim
on a mission from the russian tsar
who conducts his business from afar
some say that he does not exist
but the tsar does not insist
miss orange flicked her narrow wrist
and coolly suggested a game of whist
on the windows raindrops pattered
because in the end, nothing mattered
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