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The Penny Farthing Stories
The Penny Farthing Stories
The Penny Farthing Stories
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The Penny Farthing Stories is a collection of fantasy stories in poetic form, containing tales of colourful animal characters with human attributes. The stories are all set in the nineteenth century.
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Release dateApr 30, 2014
ISBN9781491897683
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    The Penny Farthing Stories - Brian J. H. Slack

    © 2014 Brian J. H. Slack. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or

    transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 04/25/2014

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-9767-6 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-9768-3 (e)

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

    and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

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    Contents

    Almost A Novel

    The Hon. R. M. Da Higham

    Impeded

    The Ballad Of Hamish Machoots

    The Campaigns Of Generalissimo Crocodello In Love And War

    Gold, Snow, And The High Trestle

    About The Author

    About The Book

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    ALMOST A NOVEL

    You don’t have to be that handsome

    To be a lady’s man.

    You can do without the tall, dark bit

    And striving for a tan.

    Mister Hippo Potts, the bon viveur

    Of independent means,

    Had no difficulty whatsoever,

    Surprising though it seems.

    At first glance, you’d think him fat;

    On that, you would be wrong.

    ‘Twas muscle, no flab at all,

    Short, stout, and very strong.

    True, he had a massive head

    With tiny, piercing eyes.

    An enormous mouth, convenient

    For telling whopping lies.

    All those who knew about him

    Heard that he was rich.

    Ah! And what a difference that would make

    To any scheming bitch.

    Dapper in a well-cut suit,

    A jaunty bowler hat,

    A gold watch chain, and walking cane;

    Haute couture with spats.

    When all dolled up resplendent,

    He’d sally forth up west.

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    Of all the evening’s pleasures,

    He liked the theatre best.

    Loved it! Would go twice a week;

    The stage was life itself.

    Often he would take a box

    And fill it with himself.

    Oh! The music, lights, and glamour;

    The line of chorus girls;

    The dancing and the show of legs;

    The frivolity and twirls.

    He swore it blew his cobwebs off,

    Put twinkles in his eye,

    A certain cure when peckers drooped;

    And one can quite see why.

    A final swishing of the curtain,

    The dying of applause;

    The jostling backstage Johnnies

    Blocking up the doors.

    But Hippo Potts just sauntered through.

    He never had to ask,

    For everyone excused him,

    Stood aside and let him pass.

    His appearance in the dressing rooms

    Caused bustling of delight,

    For he always chose six pretty ones

    To take out for the night.

    "Oh! What larks! Our luck has changed!

    "No fear of nuffin shady,

    "‘Cos only them what’s proper toffs

    Knows ‘ow to treat a liedy!

    Hair and attire quickly fixed,

    Their face’s paint repaired,

    And snatching up handbags and hats

    Skipped blithely down the stairs.

    They clambered into hackney cabs,

    Excited by the treat,

    The clattering horse’s lively pace.

    Gee up! Tonight we eat!

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    At Calorelli’s Supper Rooms,

    The smartest place in town,

    A good blow-out of haute cuisine

    And champs to wash it down.

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    Then liqueurs with slaps and giggles,

    A tippling of gin;

    They were ever so appreciative

    And nearly smothered him.

    His large, full-blooded, sensual lips

    Wrapped halfway round his head;

    Where others kiss just one

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