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"