Albion, Art

‘Cadged’?…

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Did Turpin’s Troupe

Drop him

Deep in the Soup?

*

That Devil’s cast of scallywags

and wild-haired, grinning hags…

who still adorn the plastered walls

in glory’s glossy prima-face.

There now to tease and please

the local populace.

*

And tell their tales of times

much less genteel

when stench and reek

roamed every wayward street.

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But how, to climb up an’ out

the grime of fetid mire

where every winsome wench

would rightly kiss and tell…?

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Black Jake, alas

went on the make…

and now he’s hoisted higher

than ol’ church spire…

where we’ll watch him fry in hell.

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4 thoughts on “‘Cadged’?…”

  1. You had me a ‘Cadged.’ Seriously, I thought I misread it at first. Then I thought it was misspelled. Then I looked it up. By the end, I’d found a new word friend and I appreciate the imagery of President Trump hoist on the petard of his angry horde. (If I have mangled my understanding of the poem, I apologize. I can only see the world through the current grim lens of what’s happening in Washington D.C. Let’s hope someone wipes the view clean and we can see the world in a better, brighter light soon.)

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