Oh great Hysteria! Will we ever learn?
The carnage and mayhem that meet us in thine eyes
Our able bodies and minds always turn
To this game of insult, intrigue and lies.
Oh Raffel, why did you lead us astray?
Surely there must be other games to play!
Surely we must have learnt,
The reputation that vile Mafia has earned.
How you enslaved us last night.
You met us there, amongst plates and mugs.
To onlookers, an innocent sight.
Alas, doom-clouds did thicken.
As we gobbled down salad, potato bake and butter chicken.
Again faithful Ashleigh tried to warn
But was only met by the usual scorn.
And the cards did deal themselves out.
Whilst from Ash and the Twins,
Not surprisingly, they were quickly voted out.
The hub-hub that ensued from then on,
Prevailed all night long.
By the fourth death Hannah looked ready to hit the sack,
Then promptly had an asthma attack.
Even though her lungs weighed a ton,
We all felt the show must go on!
The Mafia were dealt poorly,
With two having to admit their folly.
The final round concluded with Brown Josh,
Spouting multitudes of tosh,
Hayley pleading for her survival
And Jono in total denial.
Ultimately the Mafia were brought to rest,
But we had failed the important test.
We could not keep our heads level,
And as a result had gone home dishevelled.
With all decisions comes a cost.
Last night we gave in to Madame Hysteria
And had a jolly time getting aquatinted with our old friend, Mafia.