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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