The Butler

A monocle, a violin,
A fancy tailcoat.
I held a tray the British way
And never did I gloat.

A ball and chain, a little cot,
A fancy jumpsuit too.
Everyone thinks I’m guilty,
And I bet that you do too.

So now I’m serving “Chef’s Surprise”
In the prisoners’ cafe.
And with each bow I think of how
To escape, the British way.

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