A Rube in the House of Lords (CTG)

A Rube in the House of Lords

I'm introduced around the room by Lord Strawberry.
I gladhand Lords Raspberry, Cherry, and Pomegranate,
I think to myself, Jeez, all these guys is fruits!

Then I gets to meet Lady Quince and I'm telling myself,
she's no Lord, she's a Dame! Ain't nuthin like a Dame,
whether it's at the Limey House of Lords or anyplace!

I'm movin' in on her, nice and sweet, smooching her
ladyness with my Western adventures, Rube in buckskin,
when, with a whiff of death, Lord Wolfbane horns in.

Then its duelling time, his place or mine, pistols or
rapiers, popguns or pigstickers, rotten tomatoes,
grapes or cherries, pigs in blankets, cornhusker pie.

Christopher T. George

Good work Chris,

On 27 May, 1798, at the height of the war between Britain and revolutionary France, Prime Minster William Pitt fought a duel on Putney Common, London, against George Tierney, Member of Parliament, Treasurer of the Navy, President of the Board of Control, and Master of the Mint. The duel arose from a statement in Parliament made by Pitt which Tierney interpreted as a comment on his personal courage and ‘a desire to obstruct the defence of the country’.

The duel took place on a Sunday which generated much criticism against Pitt. Both parties fired and missed. It was observed at the time that it was slightly unequal as Pitt was a very thin man while Tierney was very fat, thus making him the larger target. Satisfaction met on both sides, the two men withdrew.

I can't imagine Gordon Brown on the Common, with a pair of duelling pistols though?

Daz

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Originally Posted by ChrisGeorge

A Rube in the House of Lords

I'm introduced around the room by Lord Strawberry.
I gladhand Lords Raspberry, Cherry, and Pomegranate,
I think to myself, Jeez, all these guys is fruits!

Then I gets to meet Lady Quince and I'm telling myself,
she's no Lord, she's a Dame! Ain't nuthin like a Dame,
whether it's at the Limey House of Lords or anyplace!

I'm movin' in on her, nice and sweet, smooching her
ladyness with my Western adventures, Rube in buckskin,
when, with a whiff of death, Lord Wolfbane horns in.

Then its duelling time, his place or mine, pistols or
rapiers, popguns or pigstickers, rotten tomatoes,
grapes or cherries, pigs in blankets, cornhusker pie.

Christopher T. George

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yoov bin practising aint yu:)

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Originally Posted by jobee

yoov bin practising aint yu:)

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I've been at it a while....

C

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Originally Posted by ChrisGeorge

I've been at it a while....

C

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wel dun ser:handclap:

Nice one Chris. Class counts.