Hanging the masters all at once

Winds blowing gale force

Throne-goaled Gael Force

Storming the pale fortress flooded with white stones

Fist-sized schisms of crystalline quartz reportedly

Sporting qualities of quantum energy storage 

Massive quantity, over electricity supremer in quality

Pure white keep like the driven snow

Needs regular sweeping, housekeeping

Only the best housecleaner, stairs enough keep a young man buff

Keep an old man fit too if he’s still got his hips

Grip for the banister, trip he might not be equipped for anymore

Stumbled into the hall to serve his now-former master, disaster

At a formal function walking awkward like he was plastered

Master slapped him, called him an Irish bastard

Sent him off, lucky you’re not in a casket or hanging from rafters.

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