August 2017 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO LITTLESTAR!

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After the Laughter


Marie Lloyd, clockwork ’droid,
For ribaldry, no peer.
Songs of balls in music halls –
Dirty ditties, risqué ... rhymes –
Draw laughs from every tier.

Cromwell’s ruins, bawdy doings,
Knocked about crown jewels.
Pistons wheezing, squeeze-box squeezing,
Innuendo rules.

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Offstage, a cage,
With knocked about and ruined clockwork peers.
No smut, no songs, just cogwheel tears.
Tenderly she strokes the spokes
Of calculating engine brethren.
There, as another dies,
She sits among the Babbages and cries.
 
Gear Heart

"The Clockwork?"
"Jonquille!" Viscount Albion insisted.
Mortimer Calloway was against that Upper Crust habit. Pairing their heirs with Animatronic Nannies.
All too often they became their Mistresses.
"Amorina attacked Jonquille?"
Tragic. A young fiancee paired with this Gear-Heart, competing against machined perfection. Thank God one of them had sense to end it.
"Smashing Jonquille's gearing would take a machine's power." Mortimer dropped "Her" broken heart into Viscount Albion's hands. "Jonquille did it herself."
 
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New Beginnings

Paddy remembered when cyborgs first appeared, they said life would be easier our jobs safe. Now only cyborgs could be employed. He sighed deeply as he searched for salvage by the old railway track, he needed to be quick the train was due.

The cyborg watched the old human picking up discarded rubbish, an idea entered his head and he ran over the man's foot.

Paddy likes his new job.
 
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