Mr. H and the Steward.

Mr. H.: HA! Steward, how are you, my old boy? How do things go on at home?
Steward: Bad enough, your honor; the magpie's dead.
H.: Poor Mag! So he's gone. How came he to die?
S.: Overheat himself, sir.
H.: Did he? A greedy dog; why what did he get he liked so well?
S.: Horse-flesh sir; he died of eating horse flesh.
H.: How came he to get so much horse-flesh?
S.: All your fathers horses sir.
H.: What! are they dead too?
S.: Ay sir; they died of overwork.
H.: And why were they overworked, pray?
S.: To carry water, sir.
H.: To carry water! and what were they carrying water for?
S.: Sure, sir, to put out the fire.
H.: Fire! what fire?
S.: O, sir, your father's house is burned to the ground.
H.: My father's house burned down! and how came it set on fire?
S.: I think, sir, it must have been the torches.
H.: Torches! what torches?
S.: At your mother's funeral.
H.: My mother dead!
S.: Ah, poor lady! she never looked up, after it.
H.: After what?
S.: The loss of your father.
H.: My father gone, too?
S.: Yes, poor gentleman! he took to his bed as soon as he heard of it.
H.: Heard of what?
S.: The bad news, sir, and please your honor.
H.: What! more miseries! more bad news!
S.: Yes, sir; your bank has failed, and your credit is lost, and you are not worth a shilling in the world. I made bold, sir, to wait on you about it, for i thought you would like to hear the news.

there are rules that apply for everyone and you need
to reply to more people in this forum...you canyt have
your posts all on the same page..someone will see it
and then reply eventually

Funny story eh?

^ ruined it


this i did not find fit to be in a poetry forum
it was simple storytelling that looks pasted off a comics website

content i ask for this to be removed and added to emcee interaction