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This is a tale of two sworn friends
Sweet Brother and vile Jeff
And admonitions quite a few
On ears falling deaf
Sweet Brother was a devotee
Of games of different kinds
His passionate love for chess and draughts
Unmatched by plush behinds
While he was walking down the stairs
His gaze was led astray
As he was pondering aloud
What game he'd like to play
Our dashing hero vile Jeff
Seeing this scene transpire
Yelled "Mind the stairs brother dear
Lest early you expire"
O if the warning'd come at least
With two seconds to spare!
As such 'fore long sweet gentle Bro
Was tumbling down the stairs
Our Hellish Jeff was so distraught
He had forewarned his mate!
He wished so desperately his friend
Had not befell such fate
Let this be lesson to us all:
The legend has it grim
The misadventure to this day
Keeps happening to him
