So they gathered for a drinks evening in London West One <br />The social elite eager to look on <br />As Edward and Mrs Simpson were due to join the din <br />They guests got a shock when the butler heralded in <br /> <br />None other than a high-ranking German to the 'hop' <br />It was, of course, Joachim Von Ribbentrop <br />In tow with said Mrs Simpson that night <br />Not a sign of poor Edward, perhaps it was fright <br /> <br />At the thought of the dowsing to come <br />For, in order to redeem her social aplomb <br />The lady of the house ordered the waiter to be cute <br />And 'accidentally' unload a tray of drinks over Von R's posh suit <br /> <br />The staged accident worked faultlessly, with the butler tripping <br />Forcing Von Ribbentrop to leave with his coat tails dripping <br />And everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief <br />And sank their teeth once more into the corned beef<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upstairs-downstairs/
