Sally Stone of Fish Avenue
Deaths Apprentice: Sally Stone a Woman of Cinnamon Sugur and Lemon Zest.
Name: Sally Stone.
AGE: Sixty- Five Years , One Month, Eight Days
Sally Stone of Fish Avenue.
Cause of Death: Fell down her Fish Avenue Stairs.
Name: Sally Stone.
AGE: Sixty- Five Years , One Month, Eight Days
Sally Stone of Fish Avenue.
Cause of Death: Fell down her Fish Avenue Stairs.
Sally Stone of Fish Avenue
Gawdon Bennet! I sells apple pies. OK?
(Apprentice Nods)
I sells them each and every minute cept for the Lawd's Sunday.
Lawd above! everyone in London town knows,best quality there!
Blimey! Very cheap. brilliant flavour, Nuff said, yeah?
Lor' luv a duck! they tastes so good.
Just the way an apple pie should.
Crisp crust with a swollen, sweet centre,
From this old 'ags oven and into your dreams they'll enter.
(Apprentice looks doubtful)
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Me name is Sally Stone of Fish Avenue- right up the stair.
I am six'y five years old and I is no longer fair.
I put me 'eart an' soul in to me ware
Still I makes a lovely dovely pie,
And I makes an 'onest Christian type livin, I gets by.
I never did stoled or cheated of even lie.
(Apprentice looks doubtful)
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Me life's not perfect mind.
I 'ave a problem ya see, besides being a touch blind,
Thems fancy ladies that’s lives near me.
Swayen their ’ips and with their eyes toward strangers plea
At common lads an dashing lords alike.
I calls them names an spits at their feets. Shows em my dislike
Devil’s gals they be shameless hussies bare and bold.
Tired, grey, dry and dull became I- grew old
But every day more and more delightful apple pies I sold
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The Baker Finch, fat, useless git, it do not make ‘im ‘ appy.
Customers came to me cause ‘is bread be right crappy.
One day ‘e comes to me and offers me a king's fortune
For me to makes not a single more Sally Stone Apple Pie.
Righteo I says to 'im, I'm glad to gets some rest before I die.
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Days passed endlessly with nothing to keep the blues at bay
Then from my bedsit I heards one them woman say
From down the stair to some gin smelling gent “Hey my lord do ya want a kiss”
I marches down stairs and to once and for all tell off that Miss!
“Ye will burn in Satan's firey hell you Whore!”
I couldns’t help meself, in the street I shook my fist and swore,
She glances at me with grapefruit sour world wearied eyes.
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“Who was it, MADAME Sally Stone, who gave up baking them pies?
Thems that gives ye joy and life, they did contained ye eart and soul,
I sells me body to any likely fella, be he rude or royal, for a toll,
But it is not I, the aging 'fancy lady' who is the whore of Fish Avenue,
Sally Stone, perfect pie maker, you joy barter'n, soul seller- it is you!”
(Apprentice Nods)
Author's Note: Sally's tale brings to mind another gent who washed the feet of Mary Magdallen. I wonder if he took his trip with the Apprentice. Sally was an unusual case of a client of the Apprentice who had already faced judgement while alive. Still I wouldn't mind a bite of Sally Stone's Apple Pie!
*Moonstruck Musings
*HOME
(Apprentice Nods)
I sells them each and every minute cept for the Lawd's Sunday.
Lawd above! everyone in London town knows,best quality there!
Blimey! Very cheap. brilliant flavour, Nuff said, yeah?
Lor' luv a duck! they tastes so good.
Just the way an apple pie should.
Crisp crust with a swollen, sweet centre,
From this old 'ags oven and into your dreams they'll enter.
(Apprentice looks doubtful)
________________________________________
Me name is Sally Stone of Fish Avenue- right up the stair.
I am six'y five years old and I is no longer fair.
I put me 'eart an' soul in to me ware
Still I makes a lovely dovely pie,
And I makes an 'onest Christian type livin, I gets by.
I never did stoled or cheated of even lie.
(Apprentice looks doubtful)
____________________________________________
Me life's not perfect mind.
I 'ave a problem ya see, besides being a touch blind,
Thems fancy ladies that’s lives near me.
Swayen their ’ips and with their eyes toward strangers plea
At common lads an dashing lords alike.
I calls them names an spits at their feets. Shows em my dislike
Devil’s gals they be shameless hussies bare and bold.
Tired, grey, dry and dull became I- grew old
But every day more and more delightful apple pies I sold
___________________________________________
The Baker Finch, fat, useless git, it do not make ‘im ‘ appy.
Customers came to me cause ‘is bread be right crappy.
One day ‘e comes to me and offers me a king's fortune
For me to makes not a single more Sally Stone Apple Pie.
Righteo I says to 'im, I'm glad to gets some rest before I die.
_________________________________________________
Days passed endlessly with nothing to keep the blues at bay
Then from my bedsit I heards one them woman say
From down the stair to some gin smelling gent “Hey my lord do ya want a kiss”
I marches down stairs and to once and for all tell off that Miss!
“Ye will burn in Satan's firey hell you Whore!”
I couldns’t help meself, in the street I shook my fist and swore,
She glances at me with grapefruit sour world wearied eyes.
___________________________________________
“Who was it, MADAME Sally Stone, who gave up baking them pies?
Thems that gives ye joy and life, they did contained ye eart and soul,
I sells me body to any likely fella, be he rude or royal, for a toll,
But it is not I, the aging 'fancy lady' who is the whore of Fish Avenue,
Sally Stone, perfect pie maker, you joy barter'n, soul seller- it is you!”
(Apprentice Nods)
Author's Note: Sally's tale brings to mind another gent who washed the feet of Mary Magdallen. I wonder if he took his trip with the Apprentice. Sally was an unusual case of a client of the Apprentice who had already faced judgement while alive. Still I wouldn't mind a bite of Sally Stone's Apple Pie!
*Moonstruck Musings
*HOME