A Remarkable Likeness
The background; leading to the confusion
My friend, Steve, became very excited because he had been gaining quite a bit of attention following his photograph having appeared in his Local Newspaper.
He showed me the cutting, and wondered if I could explain to him why it had caused such a plethora of visitors to his simple little home in the lovely town in which he resides, in the County of Essex.
I think our Steve appeared in the Local Paper under the heading of his being “a possible future Poet Laureate”. I think the Poet Laureate business is all up to the Queen, but she had been busy buying a toaster for her grandson who has just been married. She had read a hub by Mark Ewbie @ http://hubpages.com/profile/Mark+Ewbie and was really excited about the whole business.
Perhaps you have heard of this… the marriage, I mean, not the toaster.
My friend has just pointed out that she didn’t give him a toaster, after all. Apparently she decided on conferring Knight of the Garter on the lad, instead. Her grandson quite liked the idea. After all, the Syrian Ambassador had already given him a toaster, but if you ask me, he’ll want it back.
Regardless, these are some of Steve’s poems that caught the attention of the Royal Household. Have a read, and see if you think that the nomination for Poet Laureate is deserved or not.
Photo of Steve as it appeared in his Local Newspaper
My reply which I penned to him, as soon as I received the cutting, is as follows:
“I recognise this. It's the missing fragment of the Turin Shroud.
Now you'll have a stream of foreigners beating a path to your door”.
The Turin Shroud
Let me clarify my last remark,
As regards the Turin Shroud
Attracting hordes of foreigners;
A multiethnic crowd.
They’ll beat their ways to your front door
In well ordered lines, you’ll find
For foreigners are Catholics
Or people of that kind.
Whilst Englishmen, on their days out,
Play by the foamy brine.
The other ones, the Foreign Chaps,
Make for a Holy Shrine.
So you, my friend are not,
As you'd thought, the loadstone there.
But simply the gentle guardian
Of that Relic in your care.
- Steve Comes To Dinner
It is a story, nay a hub, which deals with Good Manners, Hospitality and the British Way of Life, as personified by my good self (and to a lesser degree) by Steve. Steve was staying with me for a couple of days in the lovely little village of Norbur
- STEVE AND GEORGE
STEVE AND GEORGE Two Character Studies BEING A GOOD HOST TO STEVE: Taking care of an innocent in the big city BEING A GOOD FRIEND TO GEORGE: Helping george to get a sun tan so that he would fit in and not be too conspicuous.
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