Showing posts with label Writing in the Buff Pigeons. Show all posts
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Friday, October 7, 2011

Winged Victory


WRITING IN THE BUFF
http://www.writinginthebuff.net/2011/10/book-blurb-32.html
supplied the illustration


Would this blurb make you buy this book?


WINGED VICTORY
by
Beaky Wingford Q.C.

Bert Scudmore is a Pigeon Fancier.
Mrs Scudmore is not.
'Nasty noisy creatures!' she says.
Finally, she leaves the marital home.
'Good for nothing, those birds!' shouts Sally Scudmore, as she leaves.
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For the next fifteen years Sally roams the world.
For the next fifteen years Bert perfects his pigeon prowess.
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Read how Percy, Bert's favourite, finally finds Sally in a Norwegian forest.
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Follow the adventures leading up to her rescue.
Marvel at her prowess as a Go-Go Dancer in Rouen!
Gasp at her exploits as a bag-lady with the Mafia.
See the seedy world of Hemel Hempstead through her eyes!
But, above all, learn about Pigeons!
Ten pages of story; three hundred pages about Pigeon Fancying.
(Can you see Percy on the book cover?)
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From 'Pigeon-Fancying Perfected' by 'Pouter' Higgins: ' Read this book and learn what 'bird-brained' really means!'


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HOUSEHOLD HINTS

1.
Do you often get downhearted
When the socks of a pair are parted?
The washing process separates
Those little socks which should be mates!
Keep safety-pins in a handy spot
Then you'll never lose the plot.
Join the socks for the duration,
And avoid this washing complication
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2.
Bridge may be the game you choose,
In your home or on a cruise,
But you may find the cards get sticky
(Human hands can be quite tricky!)
Even manicured hands, in time,
Can leave a patina of grime!
Before you buy another pack,
Giving your well-loved cards the sack,
Try talcum-powder as a reviver!
Your pack will be a proud survivor!
Sprinkle and wipe and you will find
You've left the grubbiness behind.
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3.
Dammit! Broken glass again!
A goblet or a window pane!
The shards lie there upon the ground!
I'll cut myself soon, I'll be bound!
I must be careful where I tread!
But, if I take a slice of bread
And press it into the shattered pieces,
The need for extra vigilance ceases!
Every tiny  pin-point bit
Will soon embed itself in it!
Throw the bread away with care
And you'll forget glass was ever there.
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