A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

 
WE SKIPPED THE LIGHT FANDANGO
 
TURNED CART WHEELS ‘CROSS THE FLOOR
                                        
I WAS FEELING KINDA SEA SICK
 
BUT THE CROWD CALLED OUT FOR MORE
 
THE  ROOM WAS HUMMING HARDER
                                          
AS THE CEILING FLEW AWAY
 
WHEN WE CALLED OUT FOR ANOTHER DRINK
 
THE WAITER BROUGHT A TRAY
                   
AND SO IT WAS THAT LATER
 
AS THE MILLER TOLD HIS TALE
         
THAT HER FACE AT FIRST JUST GHOSTLY
                               
TURNED A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
 

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