It was a beautiful day, this one with the rain
A mansion in blue, or maybe it was grey
a thunderous shower, maybe a clap of light
whatever the case, there was sure to be a fight.

Batter had come back, whatever the case may be
he tripped on a rug, or maybe a furniture or three
into the hallway he stumbled and rolled
and up onto his feet and right into coat
He flailed and shouted, have mercy says I
for his coat attacker did not die

He ran to the hallway, and up up the stairs
through closets and bedrooms, and Eva-Bea's chair
oh whatever the case may be, he tripped on the hall
and fell into Ange, breasts grabbed and all

She flushed hotly, and with a blow she did smote
hurling Battler across the room, his hands all a smoke
for he hand singed himself, some how some way
or maybe it was Ange's temper, who else was there to say

With a groggy proclimation, as a sister picked off the coat
I touched Ange's boobs, and thus I was smote.