Take any station, pavement, circus, corner, <br />Where men their styles of print may call or choose, <br />And there-ten times more on it than Jack Horner- <br />There you shall find him swathed in sheets of news. <br />Nothing can stay the placing of his wares- <br />Not 'bus, nor cab, nor dray! The very Slop, <br />That imp of power, is powerless! Ever he dares, <br />And, daring, lands his public neck and crop. <br />Even the many-tortured London ear, <br />The much-enduring, loathes his Speeshul yell, <br />His shriek of Winnur! But his dart and leer <br />And poise are irresistible. Pall Mall <br />Joys in him, and Mile End; for his vocation <br />Is to purvey the stuff of conversation.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-types-news-boy/
