"pedlar" poems
THE Colonel went out sailing,
He spoke with Turk and Jew,
With Christian and with Infidel,
For all tongues he knew.
"O what's a wifeless man?' said he,
And he came sailing home.
He rose the latch and went upstairS
And found an empty room.
The Colonel went out sailing.
"I kept her much in the country
And she was much alone,
And though she may be there,' he said,
"She may be in the town.
She may be all alone there,
For who can say?' he said.
"I think that I shall find her
In a young man's bed.'
The Colonel went out sailing.
III
The Colonel met a pedlar,
Agreed their clothes to swop,
And bought the grandest jewelry
In a Galway shop,
Instead of thread and needle
put jewelry in the pack,
Bound a thong about his hand,
Hitched it on his back.
The Colonel wcnt out sailing.
The Colonel knocked on the rich man's door,
"I am sorry,' said the maid,
"My mistress cannot see these things,
But she is still abed,
And never have I looked upon
Jewelry so grand.'
"Take all to your mistress,'
And he laid them on her hand.
The Colonel went out sailing.
And he went in and she went on
And both climbed up the stair,
And O he was a clever man,
For he his slippers wore.
And when they came to the top stair
He ran on ahead,
His wife he found and the rich man
In the comfort of a bed.
The Colonel went out sailing.
The Judge at the Assize Court,
When he heard that story told,
Awarded him for damages
Three kegs of gold.
The Colonel said to Tom his man,
"Harness an *** and cart,
Carry the gold about the town,
Throw it in every patt.'
The Colonel went out sailing.
VII
And there at all street-corners
A man with a pistol stood,
And the rich man had paid them well
To shoot the Colonel dead;
But they threw down their pistols
And all men heard them swear
That they could never shoot a man
Did all that for the poor.
The Colonel went out sailing.
VIII
"And did you keep no gold, Tom?
You had three kegs,' said he.
"I never thought of that, Sir.'
"Then want before you die.'
And want he did; for my own grand-dad
Saw the story's end,
And Tom make out a living
From the seaweed on the strand.
The Colonel went out sailing.
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Sometime or other,
Sooner or later,
Whether we choose to forget,
Or choose to remember;
When nights come too soon,
And days are no brighter;
He'll be there,
The Diamond Pedlar.
With unselfish care,
He peddles his ware.
His price is cheap,
For a good night's sleep.
For those who listen,
This is his yell:-
"If you have something to buy,
I'll have something to sell!"
Listen, and listen well,
For it comes all the way
From heaven, via hell.
So give back what you bought,
Rainbows are for chasing,
They are never caught.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 4:03 AM UTC
Revelations
Part II
Making no sound,
A travel with ease.
The pages of theories
The memories and memories.
What might become of me?
A fiddling skull in a ticking top hat?
A pile of junk, a mountain of gold?
A pedlar afraid of a cat?
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table.
Her contents spilled over the slab.
Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park.
On her way home from work.
Some kinda **** grabbed the ****** for slaughter.
****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar.
Passed on his bike, waving his knife.
Nobody saw him despatching his *****
Precious and beautiful
Bountiful bubbly.
Neath the image portrayed.
Dry skin and cold scores.
The **** trade, just a little bit sordid.
Told her **** she weren't happy.
Pulled out a knife.
Slaughtered her ripped her,
Ended her life.
Under the table hid the ******
Life lost.
Bad man.
Bad company.
Accompanied him to a life full of sin.
She didn't know, she just had to go.
(c)Livvi
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC