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 realization When it's his turn to die, will there be enough time For plenty of planned preparations
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 the 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'