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Rogue Butler

While she took the lift upstairs
to a jewel encrusted toilet
and flushed her day away,
he altered mechanics
in her automatic alarm.
A reminder to take ten
from twenty boxes sent monthly
as arranged
by an exclusive, unlisted
Over years
he replaced pieces of furnishing
with those of similar burnish
but not quite.
While she slept,
rooms redecorated,
inch by inch,
in subtly different shades.
Grandfather’s grim portrait,
he unequivocally rearranged.
Clocks altered,
breakfast sent as supper,
high tea taken during dreams
of lunch
when he would whisper in her ear,
“We must not seek to change routine
for it is what we require -
Suspended animation
set among reassuring scenery-
that is why I was hired.”

6 May 11

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Beautifully miserable
 — thecramps

Hi sir Larry  - Odd - interesting - almost Dickensian - the sinister butle butling as his employer gathers cobwebs and dust... Mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell

thats me thecramps

Larry drop dead gorgeous Lark
 — larrylark

she could be Miss Haversham and he could be....well,,,,,a butler?

Larry you rang m'lord Lark
 — larrylark

My toilet is encrusted alright - but not with those sort of jewels - mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell

One mans jewels are another mans droppings
 — larrylark