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The workday of a butler

By Jack Butler

My work is very hard,

When he gets drunk I am left to pick up the shards.

I clean his car,

So he can get drunk at the bar.

I have to cook,

From 1969 cookery books.

I have to clean,

I am lucky to buy a tin of beans.

I stroke my master's pet cat,

Why did he get the fortune he's such a brat.

Maybe I should quit,

Or am I being an idiotic twit.

One day I came to work,

But where was master dirk.

He had died and to my surprise.

That I never realised.

That all he had was now MINE

(Moral: That if you work hard, good things will happen to you)