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If you are intrigued, amused, or would simply like to read more,
please E-mail me , I am Vic.Hibbert@btinternet.com
Chapter 1
Breakfast at Tough Annie's
"Tis not a day for logic !"
Brave Lord D'arcy cried,
Then he drained his mighty leathern jack
Of foaming ale and sighed,
"To think that such a pair as we,
On such a day as this,
Have nought to do but sup good ale,
Why, something is amiss"
"Aye, something is amiss, 'tis true",
Replied his friend Mountfitchet,
As he gathered up his trusty sword,
And round his waist did hitch it,
"The wretched pot-boy's gone again,
With both our vessels empty,
When next he shows his churlish face,
I'11 give him work aplenty,
For I have had but seven pints
To break my nightly fast,
Ah! Here he comes (or rather creeps)
As ever late, but here at last"
"The Mistress says ahe cooked the bird,
But in her haste forgot to stuff it..."
Mountfitchet scissored to his feet
And fetched the lad a mighty buffet!
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