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A Sunday Gentleman Has Come To Town

On Sunday morning coming down, a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

All satin ‘n’ lace and full of grace, a lady beside him to set the pace,

Gleam on sword, gleamin’eye, free of ward, all full of pride,

When the clock strikes twelve, the shoe shant fit,

This silly game you must acquit!

A rat, a rat, oh has been found; a Sunday gentleman has come to town,

Scurry away, oh skittle scat, you fool, you fool, you rat, you rat,

Back to hiding, back you go, hurry now…. the bell does toll,

Down on luck, down in dole, to debtor’s prison…. off you go!

The town crier, hails “A Clown!” A Sunday gentleman has come to town,

For six long days and weary nights, you’ve paced ‘n’ prayed to end your plight,

Drink your tea, oh drink your port, gleefully – oh wicked sort.

Pay your debt, Oh! Pay your bill, free yourself this wretched chill.

But you shant listen to advice so sound,

You’re a Sunday Gentleman, you’ve come to town,

Now you sit all a boast, it’s time to drink; it’s time to toast,

To those merry men who sit in wait, you’re bugle call is but too late,

It’s Sunday morning coming down; I’m the Sunday Gentleman come to town.

What does this have to do with the course? Nothing really… It’s just that Thomas, in his blogs, has been mentioning that of chasing the fox and letting the hound lose, so I thought I would… Hey! This gave me an opportunity to practice my copy/paste editing skills from that of my documents… I didn’t (“Believe It Or Not” – this is Mr. Wripley) manually type it in.

In Marry’s Ol’ England, away back when, those who failed to own up to their bills, and debts, were, when, and if apprehended, sent off to Debtor’s prison for a little apprehension of their own, and to pay their due. However, for those illustrious individuals who were illusive enough to evade the pursuit of the law between Monday morn, and Saturday eve, of each, and every week, they luckily found, or were given, by law – a legal loophole of leisure: reprieve, rest, and respite from that of the pursuit, and their pursuers on the Lord’s Day – Sunday. On this day of sacrament when the soul was allowed to rest ‘n’ relax, lest we forget …. to forgive, they were afforded free reign to carry on as to that which they had previously been privy to without fear of arrest, imprisonment, or bother from or by any of those “Cobblestone Collectors”, whom, I’m sure, were waiting somewhere in the wing being the “tar and feather” sort that they themselves were, to continue on with that of the rabbit chase, and eventual release of the hounds.

“Release the Hounds!”

Course Comment: All too many of the Poetry links or sites out there are that of the bogus kind (i.e) Poetry.com. They are simply set up to take your poem and money too… they offer you publication in a book you have to buy back from them; I guess we could say they have a captive audience. Poem acceptance is guaranteed on the initial entry and when it comes to writing, if you aren’t rejected a few hundred times than something is most certainly up.

Note to Self: If it seems to good to be true (critical thinking), then, more so than not – it shall be false.