Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Tour - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Thirteen as twelve my Murray always took--
He was a publisher. The new Police
Have neater ways of bringing men to book,
So Juan found himself before J.P.'s
Accused of storming through that placed nook
At practically any pace you please.
The Dogberry, and the Waterbury, made
It fifty mile--five pounds. And Juan paid!

Comments about The Tour by Rudyard Kipling

  • (10/7/2004 12:09:00 PM)

    Could 'placed' actually be 'placid'?
    The rest of the rhyme sounds very much as if a (distrusted) publisher collected a 5-pound-sterling speeding ticket.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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