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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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Four-Foot Shelf

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2100 reads)
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf...

'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf,
       A forty volume row;
And every one I wrote myself,
       But that, of course, you know.'
I stared, I searched a memory dim,
       For though an author too,
Somehow I'd never heard of him,--
       None of his books I knew.

Said I: 'I'd like to borrow one,
       Fond memories to recall.'
Said he: 'I'll gladly give you some ,
       And autograph them all.'
And so a dozen books he brought,
       And signed tome after tome:
Of course I thanked him quite a lot,
       And took them home.

So now I have to read his work,
       Though dry as dust it be;
No portion of it may I shirk,
       Lest he should question me.
This tale is true,--although it looks
       To me a bloody shame,
A guy could father forty books,
       yet no one know his name.

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