Friday, 26 February 2010

An Honest Injun

Another one for the lost and found column:

An Honest Injun

Down at Freeman's Quay, and
with an empty jar of corn-juice
and an empty portemonnaie
there sleeps an honest injun
newly come from Liquorpond Way;
come down to light his funker,
and get his back-teeth well afloat;
for the crack-jaw verses
of a patterer, had left his heart
and his head dead broke; and so
he took up his bow and arrows
and went to meet old Mistress Gin; for
an injun beaten by a clack-box
a noggin and a bed is no sin.


  1. crack-jaw verses
    What a stupendous expression! LOL :)

  2. Thanks Jinksy - much appreciated.

    A fair bit of research goes into all this. I like to keep stuff alive if it's good.


  3. "honest injun" - that is an expression that takes me back to my childhood.

  4. oh and by the way, what is a portemonnaie? would I call it a portmanteau? This injus is quite intriguing - the last intriguing injun I met was Prince Monalulu at the Lincolnshire Handicap - and that wasn't yesterday, I can tell you.

  5. Pat,
    a portemonnaie is a purse, you know that thing with a clasp, where the moths live :)

    the injun - ok, I was recently at a Sitting Bull exhibition - there were lots of them

    best, Gwilym

  6. I read this again and again for the sheer sound of it. Like it.


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