Cover of The Bab Ballads
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    The Bab Ballads

    by LovelyMay
    The Bab Ballads by W. S. Gilbert is a witty collection of humorous poems and illustrations that blend absurdity, clever wordplay, and social satire, foreshadowing his famous operatic collaborations with Arthur Sullivan.

    Police­man Peter, known for his play­ful and mis­chie­vous nature, is the cen­tral fig­ure in this rol­lick­ing nar­ra­tive. Peter, a man of law wrapped in the joys of his com­i­cal incli­na­tions, rel­ished lead­ing the unsus­pect­ing astray with his humor-laced guid­ance. When asked about the time, his respons­es were absurd­ly inac­cu­rate, delight­ing in the con­fu­sion of the inquir­er. His play­ful demeanor extend­ed to the streets he patrolled, often send­ing peo­ple in com­plete­ly wrong direc­tions or involv­ing him­self in light­heart­ed inter­ac­tions with cit­i­zens of every sort, from lit­tle boys to elder­ly ladies and even dig­ni­taries and cler­gy.

    Despite his antics, Peter was­n’t mali­cious by any means. His humor and the enjoy­ment of a good jest stemmed from a youth­ful spir­it rather than any dark­er intent. How­ev­er, his con­tin­u­al jest­ing and trick­ery were not with­out con­se­quences. The public’s frus­tra­tion with his pranks grew steadi­ly, a col­lec­tive dis­con­tent spread­ing across Lon­don, from Cam­ber­well to Kew, Rother­hithe to Ken­tish Town. Yet, Peter, unde­terred by the grow­ing grum­bles of dis­ap­proval, per­sist­ed with his joc­u­lar ways, feed­ing the sim­mer­ing dis­plea­sure of the city’s res­i­dents.

    The turn­ing point in Peter’s tale came when his pen­chant for mis­chief led him into a predica­ment. One day, while too proud to seek assis­tance, he found him­self hope­less­ly lost in the labyrinthine streets of Soho, close to Poland Street. This blun­der became a spec­ta­cle, draw­ing Lon­don­ers from all cor­ners to wit­ness their erst­while tor­men­tor’s come­up­pance. The news of Peter’s mis­for­tune spread far and wide, attract­ing even those from remote areas to par­take in the pecu­liar rever­sal of for­tunes.

    For weeks, Peter wan­dered the maze-like con­fines of Soho, his every attempt to extri­cate him­self only deep­en­ing his entan­gle­ment. Streets such as New­port, Ger­rard, Bear, Greek, Rupert, Frith, Dean, and Poland became his unwill­ing con­fines, cul­mi­nat­ing in his hap­less pur­suit of escape lead­ing him into Gold­en Square. The irony of the sit­u­a­tion was not lost on the onlook­ers: the very man who once direct­ed count­less oth­ers on fruit­less jour­neys was now ensnared by his own inabil­i­ty to nav­i­gate a way out of his unin­tend­ed predica­ment.

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