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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3273 reads)
I went into a Hashery:


I went into a Hashery:
"Poached eggs on toast," said I;
"Please let the hen-fruit new-laid be,
And let the toast be dry."
The waitress looked at me laughed,
As to the cook I heard her Bawl:
                            "Two on a raft."

I went into a Steakery:
"A sirloin grilled," I said;
"Please let the outside browny be,
And let the in be red.
Let it be thick, with fat a streak,
And with fried onions covered." . . .
And then I heard that beldame shriek:
                            "A teebone smothered."
I went into a Beanery,
For I was low on means,
And of the wench who waited me
I ordered: "Pork and beans."
Yet through me still a horride thrill
Of disapproval runs,
Remembering that maiden's shrill:
                            "Pig and the noisy ones."

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