The Perfectionist

Ellery Sneed had one great need

To do everything just right,

If things were not planned and all done by hand

He would ready himself for a fight.



One afternoon while sitting alone

He came to a great realisation:

When it's his turn to die

Will there be enough time for plenty of planned preparation?



With a few minutes' thought his decision was clear,

A fate most perfectly neat.

Not a friend could remain to witness his death,

So a terminal wine he would treat.



The plan was to hold a very large feast,

Serving his wine at the end.

Joining the fun would be everyone

He'd been calling his friend.



Invitations went out, all guests did arrive,

The meal looked a great success,

Deciding the time, he brought out the wine,

Up stood a familiar guest.



'Here's a toast to our gracious host,'

Said Ell's friend Billingford Bluffer.

'Never in my life will I taste but a bite

Of a more perfectly planned out supper.'