Whether West End two-act or a Hollywood preview,
I love to know the ending, since I'm never going to
London and the movies cost too much, so I don't care
If the butler did it or the corpse was played by Cher.
I like the beginning and the middle, but the end
Is usually too much for my poor brain to comprehend.
Larry, Moe, and Curly, existentialists supreme,
Had it right by ending ev'rything with whipping cream.
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