Thomas's Taverne Crunch Cove and "Think" Amalgamation

By Eunice P. England

Look out by ledge at ‘Necks Break’ a way out to sea’s sky

You’ll spy those jagged ‘Angry Rocks’ where boats and people die

For reasons unbeknownst to any or that some fear to tell

Everything (nice and not) drifts here, is ‘here’ first step into hell?

In Thomas’s Taverne Crunch Cove Eunice P. England relates a dramatic story of murder, wrecking and smuggling off the coast in ancient times before the lighthouses of today. In the era of sail, it is a story told in dialect and rhyme. This epic poem occupies half of the book, whilst the rest is taken up with poetry, some of which demonstrate Eunice P England’s love of wordplay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley
• Release date: Mar 30, 2018

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About the Author

Hampshire-based Eunice P. England made her debut as an author with her book Kedge Skroppett, initially deemed a unique Victorian melodrama in verse. With many forthcoming works already queuing in her personal repertoire, this is certainly an author worth looking out for.

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Dedication

To my darling husband Tony. Thank you for your loving support and efforts over the past 40 years together. You succeeded in making my time with you feel like a holiday.

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Thomasʼs Taverne and Think Amalgamation

Published by Austin Macauley at Smashwords

Copyright 2018, Eunice P England

The right of Eunice P England to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the

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Acknowledgments

Thank you to Connor Browne and the AM Production team. Thank you also to Sophie N’Jai at Top Academic Services.

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Contents

That Night at the Taverne: Gruff: Crunch History

End of Digression

Strangers Converge

Meanwhile Elsewhere in sea ˗his Story of the Deep

Back At Taverne

Parson’s Tale of That Happening

Crunch Resident’s One –Sided Debate

When Those Strangers Came Back From the Chapel

Then and Next

An Atrocity

Unanimous Ultimate Decision

Prologue

I AM Dust: Wot don dun dat day: LION, LOGGER and SOME OF THE LIST OF OR

Bitchy Beak: Slow glide: Missed in mist: Church Lane: Bertha’s beanstalk

ELEGY OF BAYNES ˗ (A FICTIONAL TALE OF ULTRA MINUSCULE POSSIBILITY)

Part 1 ˗ Prelude

Part 2: Earlier olden times prelude

Part 3: Un inevitable conclusion

Poem: Terrific Traffic: Quid: A load of old tosh: Final wish: My turn to be me: Boiled orange (very many decades ago): Edges of day

The Shaofront Bed: Tough circumstance: Stark reality of unknown dark

Love Held in Each Flower

Burgling the Panty Drawer: Knocks and Scrapes: We Used To Go There

Tragedy At Sheshingshire Hall: Chartaline blanket (19th Century): Intake

Fluggb City: In the year ... who cares: Another motherly love: Rooms of cloth: Elegy of fanny Boyce: Situation 1: Meanwhile situation 2: Final situation

Stranger Danger & Skylight: We drive: To know: See you as my we: Sleeper: Jug, basin, water, flannel, soap (Good old fashioned strip wash): Pigs n’ figs: Seggsy-eggs are off: Mortgage for a torch: Permanent blue: Again the Pain

Hot Seggsy-Eggs

Whiff of Luxury: The Battle of Sind ‘N’ Ella: My zoo: Comfort memories: Mystery of today

Rick ‘N’ Tien: Lil’ cupids and I: Kindness radiates: Seggsy eggs and the eggs wi’ legs

Memory of Flowers, Memory of Urn: Author’s agony: Rondeggvous: Too Crazy: Doves o clock

It’s been said that all writing is either prose or poetry: Red sky etcetera: Those Pearls

Silk or Web: June: Beautiful Bee

Alliteration: Dangerous driving: Pavlova: Fearne: Friday 5 February, fanatical fans foundation: February 15, fun day: Following February, first Friday, freezing Finland, filming for Finian: February, final Friday, Fearne’s flat: Tristan’s trombone: Sunday swanning: Paulina loves pears

Riddle

Limerick

Doggerel: Played: Cheesed Off: Us: Mislaid

Quote: Tongue twister

Belles Lettres: Piece of Peace: Spoonful’s: Thank youʼs

Defiant Gregory Skipped Probation: Pink lippy Pillows

Peacetime

The Aqualine Horizon: Caviar brain society

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That Night at the Taverne

We huddled at Thomas’s Taverne hugging plenty warmth feeling snug.

Farthing’s worth of ale sipped sparingly from each our own jug.

Now’s not time for drunkenness, as senses must remain keen.

Where we go with lantern-light each footing must be seen.

Look out by ledge at ‘Necks Break’ a way out to sea’s sky,

You’ll spy those jagged ‘Angry Rocks’ where boats and people die.

For reasons unbeknownst to any or that some fear to tell,

Everything (nice and not) drifts here, is ‘here’ first step into hell?

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Gruff

Single howl from Barnot’s dog Gruff, THEN a horse’s neigh.

All our horses in stables sleeping tight with ‘blankets’ on straw (not hay).

Familiar to us that windsong at harmony with distant screams.

Waves dashing lives offshore whilst waves shattering wooden beams.

Dreadful that song of sea, yet we’ve heard it all our lives.

Our parents and forebears were as us, waiting men and waiting wives.

Always been the same this cove with washed-up wares of sea,

Probably how it first grew here, this scavenging community.

So, alerted back in Thomas’s Taverne, as I said that Gruff did howl.

Each contemplated chance of rescue but weather turned most foul.

But how could we rescue anyone in tumultuous rock-filled sea?

Wood pyre alert for boats remained unlit. (Why? It be too rainy.)

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Crunch History

On our short shore bodies don’t survive and sea kills them quick.

Kiddies out playing find washed-up bodies and poke them with a stick.

Three sisters kicking at