THERE'S A ROLLING GOOD
BARREL OF SOMETHING
I wasn't here yesterday so I wouldn't know,
but from the mess I've seen left behind it
must have been quite a show. I can't figure
though - there are corn flakes in the curtains
and empty bottles on the ledge. Someone
has carved their initials in my 14th century
wooden measure, the one alchemists used
to factor in gold. Where'd you guys all
leave your cars? How about the ladies?
What am I supposed to do now about
cleaning this mess? The cockroaches
love such a challenge, I suppose
they'll clean up the rest.
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