The Butler Poem by Phil Soar

The Butler



'you called', the butler said
as the lord lay in his bed
'as yes' he said 'I need a soothing brew'
So the butler took his request
and beat him on the chest
he'd had enough of waiting on Sir Hugh!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014
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