The curious case of little old Cassie
Let me tell
you a very peculiar story
The curious
case of poor little old Cassie
Frail, pail
& ailed, Cassie wailed
Of having
no spirit, no fight, no energy, no life
So, the
good doctor peaked at her little brain
Only to witness brawls too awful, & too loud
Wretched fights fought with no concept of passing time
That drained the lass of youth, joy and life
“Do you
know who fights in you, lass?”
“Aye, I do.
I brawl with she and she is I”
“She brawls
with them and they are I”
Cassie
replied woeful, worried and tired
“Do you
know what you need to do, lass?”
“Nay, I don’t.
So help me good doctor!”
“Listen up lassie,
you must burn down the tavern"
“The venue in your mind where the fiends come to fight"
“Burn it
down with a Molotov and flush all the brew!”
“No beer,
no brawl! No fuel, no fire! No stage, no drama!”
“Invite the
circus instead - puppets, Muppets, clowns in weird gowns!”
"I hereby prescribe the rowdy crowd - cherry, merry & endless comedy!"
The good doctor with delight, he diagnosed and he prescribed
Cheery, cheerful & cheered up Cassie was slowly & joyfully cured
Cured from the rowdy voices, noises and bad choices
Thereby ending this peculiar story of poor little old Cassie
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