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Did Turpin’s Troupe
Drop him
Deep in the Soup?
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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.
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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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