William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

London Types: Bus Driver - Poem by William Ernest Henley

He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road
And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
Back-answers of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats
With scoffing calm whatever powers there be;
He gets it straight, puts a bit on, and meets
His losses with both lip and £ s. d.;
He arrogates a special taste in short;
Is loftily grateful for a flagrant smoke;
At all the smarter housemaids winks his court,
And taps them for half-crowns; being stoney-broke,
Lives lustily; is ever on the make;
And hath, I fear, none other gods but Fake.


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  • Brian Jani (5/24/2014 5:09:00 AM)


    Interestingly done Ernest bravo! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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