"Go fill our mugs lad, quickly now",

Lord D'arcy gently said,

"Before my friend forgets himself,

And with his sword removes your head!"

The lad slunk off, Mountfitchet smiled,

And swift resumed his seat-

"Now tell me D'arcy, what's afoot?

Half of some mighty feet?"

He knew that his stout-hearted friend

Was wont to sink in gloom,

'Twas up to him to sweep it out,

To be his best friend's broom

"There's nought to do but drink and eat,

Just as we did last night

Oh!,for a dozen likely knaves,

And an after breakfast fight!"

"If you wouldst fight, than here am I"

A voice boomed deep yet canny

And there beside them bulked the form

Of twenty stone Tough Annie!

Tough Annie was a powerful wench,

And ugly as a coot,

But she ran the choicest tavern

On the lonely Eastern Route

"Which one of you has had the nerve

To give my boy a clout?

Whichever 'twas, whoever 'tis,

Has supped his last Troll's Snout"

The story continues...
page 2

If you are intrigued, amused, or would simply like to read more, please E-mail me , I am

Vic.Hibbert@btinternet.com