XXXVI Downton Abbey. Yes me too.

I have to write this quickly as I can,
So I can keep watching this Downton show,
This evening hasn't gone the way I planned,
It's simply vanished down a long black hole,
Of beads and lace and posh British accents,
And lush green lawns and valets with a limp,
And horrid scheming teams of mean servants,
And meals at long white tables that don't skimp.
All this class warfare ought to make me stressed,
But I find I just cannot get enough,
For everyone's so beautifully dressed,
And can deliver such a gorgeous snub.
       I can't really do other things instead,
       Capitalizing being sick in bed.