Hulla BALOO
@thelondoncharivari.bsky.social
As you pull the strings, my clever Showman, 'Tis clear that you know what you are about, Sense's sworn friend, and babbling folly's foeman.
I am far from stuffy town,
Where the soots meander down,
And the air seems—being brown—
Close to me.
I am far from rushing train;
Bradshaw does not bore my brain,
Nor, comparatively plain!
Where the soots meander down,
And the air seems—being brown—
Close to me.
I am far from rushing train;
Bradshaw does not bore my brain,
Nor, comparatively plain!
November 19, 2024 at 9:31 PM
I am far from stuffy town,
Where the soots meander down,
And the air seems—being brown—
Close to me.
I am far from rushing train;
Bradshaw does not bore my brain,
Nor, comparatively plain!
Where the soots meander down,
And the air seems—being brown—
Close to me.
I am far from rushing train;
Bradshaw does not bore my brain,
Nor, comparatively plain!
In my garden, where the rose
By the hundred gaily blows,
And the river freshly flows
Close to me,
I can spend the summer day
In a quite idyllic way;
Simply charming, you would say,
Could you see.
By the hundred gaily blows,
And the river freshly flows
Close to me,
I can spend the summer day
In a quite idyllic way;
Simply charming, you would say,
Could you see.
November 19, 2024 at 9:30 PM
In my garden, where the rose
By the hundred gaily blows,
And the river freshly flows
Close to me,
I can spend the summer day
In a quite idyllic way;
Simply charming, you would say,
Could you see.
By the hundred gaily blows,
And the river freshly flows
Close to me,
I can spend the summer day
In a quite idyllic way;
Simply charming, you would say,
Could you see.
Then cabs across strange ridges bound,
Or sink in holes, abused
With words resembling not, in sound,
Those Mrs. Hemans used.
Or sink in holes, abused
With words resembling not, in sound,
Those Mrs. Hemans used.
March 10, 2024 at 9:42 PM
Then cabs across strange ridges bound,
Or sink in holes, abused
With words resembling not, in sound,
Those Mrs. Hemans used.
Or sink in holes, abused
With words resembling not, in sound,
Those Mrs. Hemans used.
The miry streets of London,
Dotted with lamps by night;
What pitfalls where the dazzled eye
Sees doubly ruddy light!
Dotted with lamps by night;
What pitfalls where the dazzled eye
Sees doubly ruddy light!
March 9, 2024 at 10:41 PM
The miry streets of London,
Dotted with lamps by night;
What pitfalls where the dazzled eye
Sees doubly ruddy light!
Dotted with lamps by night;
What pitfalls where the dazzled eye
Sees doubly ruddy light!
He's the readiest customer living,
For lending, spending or giving;
But when you get back your own,
He's the awkwardest customer ever known.
For lending, spending or giving;
But when you get back your own,
He's the awkwardest customer ever known.
March 9, 2024 at 10:41 PM
He's the readiest customer living,
For lending, spending or giving;
But when you get back your own,
He's the awkwardest customer ever known.
For lending, spending or giving;
But when you get back your own,
He's the awkwardest customer ever known.
With deception and villainy in his character of advocate, is to accuse him of zeal; to advantage him, not injure him, in his business.
March 8, 2024 at 10:41 PM
With deception and villainy in his character of advocate, is to accuse him of zeal; to advantage him, not injure him, in his business.
Cold Soup is the Index of a Bad Dinner.
A Bang of the door is the Index of a Storm.
A "Button off" is the sure Index of a Bachelor.
A Bang of the door is the Index of a Storm.
A "Button off" is the sure Index of a Bachelor.
March 7, 2024 at 10:41 PM
Cold Soup is the Index of a Bad Dinner.
A Bang of the door is the Index of a Storm.
A "Button off" is the sure Index of a Bachelor.
A Bang of the door is the Index of a Storm.
A "Button off" is the sure Index of a Bachelor.
A bright Poker is the Index of a Cold Hearth.
A Shirt with ballet-girls is the Index of "a Gent."
A Shirt with ballet-girls is the Index of "a Gent."
March 6, 2024 at 10:39 PM
A bright Poker is the Index of a Cold Hearth.
A Shirt with ballet-girls is the Index of "a Gent."
A Shirt with ballet-girls is the Index of "a Gent."
The Painted Plate is the Index of the Hired Fly.
Duck, or Goose, is the Index of "a Small Glass of Brandy."
Duck, or Goose, is the Index of "a Small Glass of Brandy."
March 5, 2024 at 10:38 PM
The Painted Plate is the Index of the Hired Fly.
Duck, or Goose, is the Index of "a Small Glass of Brandy."
Duck, or Goose, is the Index of "a Small Glass of Brandy."
A Baby is the Index of a Kiss.
A Toast (after dinner) is the Index of Butter.
An Irish Debate is the Index of a Row.
A Toast (after dinner) is the Index of Butter.
An Irish Debate is the Index of a Row.
March 4, 2024 at 10:38 PM
A Baby is the Index of a Kiss.
A Toast (after dinner) is the Index of Butter.
An Irish Debate is the Index of a Row.
A Toast (after dinner) is the Index of Butter.
An Irish Debate is the Index of a Row.
An Index of Indexes--They are intended to keep in countenance the well-known "face," which is said to be "the Index of the Mind."
March 3, 2024 at 10:35 PM
An Index of Indexes--They are intended to keep in countenance the well-known "face," which is said to be "the Index of the Mind."
"Then tell 'chamb'maid to run a pan of ice through my bed, and let me have my candle. I'll turn in!!"
February 23, 2024 at 7:28 PM
"Then tell 'chamb'maid to run a pan of ice through my bed, and let me have my candle. I'll turn in!!"
Mrs. Noodle's second dance postponed, as she hasn't given her first yet.
February 22, 2024 at 7:25 PM
Mrs. Noodle's second dance postponed, as she hasn't given her first yet.
Oh dear! What a pity that the sea everywhere can't be the Pacific Ocean!"
February 21, 2024 at 7:29 PM
Oh dear! What a pity that the sea everywhere can't be the Pacific Ocean!"
But, James, though our craft tossed wild, though loud the winds have roared,
We've never, never had so bad a boy as you on board!
We've never, never had so bad a boy as you on board!
February 20, 2024 at 7:27 PM
But, James, though our craft tossed wild, though loud the winds have roared,
We've never, never had so bad a boy as you on board!
We've never, never had so bad a boy as you on board!
You've sacked our safest Pilot, who objected to your pranks,
And now you are coquetting with mad mutiny in the ranks.
And now you are coquetting with mad mutiny in the ranks.
February 19, 2024 at 7:26 PM
You've sacked our safest Pilot, who objected to your pranks,
And now you are coquetting with mad mutiny in the ranks.
And now you are coquetting with mad mutiny in the ranks.
We thought of our "dealer," our wealthy boss,
How he's spared by the law just created;
How we carmen are made to suffer the loss.
How he's spared by the law just created;
How we carmen are made to suffer the loss.
February 18, 2024 at 7:25 PM
We thought of our "dealer," our wealthy boss,
How he's spared by the law just created;
How we carmen are made to suffer the loss.
How he's spared by the law just created;
How we carmen are made to suffer the loss.
"Now, then—wait—where you are—when I say three!"
February 17, 2024 at 7:25 PM
"Now, then—wait—where you are—when I say three!"
We breathed no farewell, and we said no good-night,
But we left him alone on the cobbles upright!
But we left him alone on the cobbles upright!
February 16, 2024 at 7:24 PM
We breathed no farewell, and we said no good-night,
But we left him alone on the cobbles upright!
But we left him alone on the cobbles upright!
No latch-key. Rousing the neighbourhood with pantomime door-knocker. Situation graphically depicted. Happy ending ensues.
February 15, 2024 at 7:24 PM
No latch-key. Rousing the neighbourhood with pantomime door-knocker. Situation graphically depicted. Happy ending ensues.
Gay lights and bands, and subtle beverages, some of which will cheer but not inebriate and others that may possibly reverse the operation.
February 14, 2024 at 7:23 PM
Gay lights and bands, and subtle beverages, some of which will cheer but not inebriate and others that may possibly reverse the operation.
1. a discordant serenade played with pans, kettles, etc.
2. a confused noise; to wit, a din; but for a poetic effect.
2. a confused noise; to wit, a din; but for a poetic effect.
February 13, 2024 at 7:23 PM
1. a discordant serenade played with pans, kettles, etc.
2. a confused noise; to wit, a din; but for a poetic effect.
2. a confused noise; to wit, a din; but for a poetic effect.
Watercresses, we understand, are likely to be scarce; there is a brisk demand for “bosom friends” amongst unmarried ladies;
February 12, 2024 at 7:22 PM
Watercresses, we understand, are likely to be scarce; there is a brisk demand for “bosom friends” amongst unmarried ladies;
How Nancy Sniggles felt her senses fail her—”
Then comes a sad dénouement—now-a-days
It is not virtue dominant that pays.
Then comes a sad dénouement—now-a-days
It is not virtue dominant that pays.
February 11, 2024 at 7:22 PM
How Nancy Sniggles felt her senses fail her—”
Then comes a sad dénouement—now-a-days
It is not virtue dominant that pays.
Then comes a sad dénouement—now-a-days
It is not virtue dominant that pays.
In fact, on lap-dogs, lovers, buhl, and boddices,
There are no critics like these mortal goddesses!
There are no critics like these mortal goddesses!
February 10, 2024 at 7:19 PM
In fact, on lap-dogs, lovers, buhl, and boddices,
There are no critics like these mortal goddesses!
There are no critics like these mortal goddesses!