Turtle Soup With Venison And A Golden Spoon Poem by Z.I. Mahmud

Salubrious and sanguine Mr. Bounderby of Coketown
Fallen cold and grey with the love's pestilence and romantic blight;
With the cupid's necromancy bewitched and beguilded:
Enchanted Mr. Bounderby falls in precarious predicament betwixt the devil and the dead sea,
Lousia, the Damsel despises facts but admire those yore childhood lore in fanciful delights
Trespassing in island hearts' experiences, the aggrandizing Coketown's Bounderby sanks into the bed's voluptuous warmth
"You have trained me so well, that I have never dreamed a child's dream"
Gracefully eloquent proclamation betwixt daughter and eminently practical father:
"You have dwelt so wisely with me, that I never had a child's belief or a child's fear"
Into the brink of the Bounderby parsonage's chasm: Dwelling impressively compassionate Miss Gradgrind
Being compassionately impressive for past favours in acknowledgement;
The aristoractic blue-blooded Mrs. Sparsit amidst whose dignified glory dresses and jewellery, cakes and gloves has been acquainted with the betrothal period
The little Jane Gradgrind startled and stunned as if a griffin had entered with the sullen and placid manner of that giddy Josiah Bounderby
A sunny midsummer day and surely there were never such fragile china- ware as that of which the millers of Coketown were made
The Home Secretary terrified with the awful menace that he would soon be diminished and vanquished into the Atlantic;
In the sultry summer days, Mr. James Harthouse driveled by the sordid piece of human nature of the misdeamnor Bounderby-
In pessimism he dwells with preoccupation of selling himself for an Arcadian proceeding
Mr.Bounderby's bluff English independence a charming characteristics-that invite confidence related Mr. James Harthouse to the fair hearted Mrs. Bounderby
"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray and let me know it! "
Good heavens, Tom should have cultivated gratitude but not ill humour and caprice and please be not misunderstood as if some venial offence
Halloa! Tom stammered and endowed the the bestowing compliments of dichotomy
"You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark Tom."