Standing at the bottom of a huge cylindrical room
Surrounded by doors
All locked
Two chaps considered the situation.
The first summoned his considerable energies
Knocking and pounding with intrepid voice
Raising a clamor to fright Beelzebub, but alas, to no avail.
Spent, he collapsed, eyes closed, exhausted.
The second reached gingerly into his vest
Pulled out a wad of crisp new bills
And slipping one under the nearest door
Waited calmly as it opened.
He pa**ed through quickly and bolted the lock behind him
Precisely so the poor fellow
Stranded on the floor
Would be none the wiser when he woke up.