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Meet Wellington Montahue,
A man of class and style,
And not to mention, extremely wealthy.
In the small town of Pennington Heights,
Is where our Wellington spent
Several years of his higher upper class life.
Here in this lovely town,
Resides the famous Montahue Manor.
A place so big that it puts
Buckingham Palace to shame.
It is so big that it the only house
That can be seen in outer space.
You say that cannot be?
Well if you're a trillionaire,
Anything is possible.
In this house is where Wellington
And his seventeen kids live and play.
Named the most proper of all names.
All the girls' names rhyme with Buffy,
Except Tissy and Madline.
Wellington ran out of names.
The boy's named all ends in 'TON',
Again there is an oddball, Caspian.
The whole Montahue clan is hard to describe.
They all speak in a horrid British accent.
That's nothing new.
One more thing I must say,
There isn't one contraction spoken.
Tis improper.
Odd it seems to you,
But not it is to them.
In this house is where our story lies.
One night, while they were all enjoying
A delightful dinner,
An Avon Lady came knocking.
Innocent she seemed but evil she was.
She entered the house with nasty plans
All would soon go as planned.
Wellington took a glance at her and love it was.
Even though his poor departed Christine has been
Dearly departed for merely two years,
One look at the Avon lady, also know as Fluffy,
Dearest Christine didn't matter.
As time went on,
The kids grew upset with the impending marriage
Of their daddy and dreadful Fluffy.
How dare this lady replace their dear mother?
Anarchy seemed to be going down.
The wedding was a truly grand affair.
But the children objected to this holy matrimony.
Wellington was ever mad.
They continued their objection.
It was going to happen and happen it did.
Off they flew to their honeymoon location.
A tour of the world was the plan.
Nothing is ever done small in a trillionaire eyes.
The honeymoon ended.
The newlyweds returned home
To their lovely Manor.
Not a thing was out of place.
Jeeves did his job,
There was no need for a dreadful demotion.
The kids remained ever so upset.
Wellington was too much in love to care.
They would try to tell him about the sinister Fluffy,
But one word against her would send
Them to the infamous West Wing.
Silent they stayed.
For the fear of their daddy's wrath.
Fluffy's mission soon began.
Muffy, the eldest one was no longer gothic.
A cross-stitching freak she became.
And boy bands were her raves.
The others changed as well.
Poor little Diffy,
Her brain became smarter
And in her classes she excelled.
It was, however, the mere beginning
Of Fluffy's rule upon Montahue Manor.
Slowly the seasons changed.
Summer became fall; the cold winds of winter blew in.
The dearly departed Christine came back into the picture.
Dead, she never was.
She was merely tied up
And sent by Fluffy to Outer Mongolia.
Wellington nearly fainted.
Fluffy was ousted,
Bertha Bigglesworth was she.
But something else was terribly wrong.
The dear funds, that took generations to raise
Was slowly becoming exhaust.
Someone had to spending.
It was used on petty things.
He saw it was dearest Fluffy,
Or shall we say Bertha,
Who became ever so wealthy.
The kids were right.
Fluffy wasn't who she seemed to be.
They were in a scramble to regain all their hope.
The efforts, sadly, came all to late.
Fluffy robbed the Montahues dry.
Nothing to be done to get the money back.
The bank now owned the Manor.
Out they were kicked.
Wellington, Christine, seventeen kids and Jeeves, were on the streets.
They had enough money to buy an upper class house.
However it was too small.
The kids must now attend a public school.
Free education, tis very improper.
Montahue Manor was no longer theirs.
Fluffy and her secret lover
Now owned the ever-proper house.
Wellington could only mope around.
The money was gone.
Poor, Poor, Montahues.
What are you ever going to do?
You're flat broke now.
Fluffy, Bertha I mean is in your house.
I'm glad I'm not you.
Wellington I must declare, you really messed up.
This will be always remembered as Wellington's Plight.
What a dreadful mistake.
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