<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tables Turned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the man the street car ran,<br>And the driver did never grin.<br>'O killer of men, pray tell me when<br>Your laughter means to begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ten years to a day I've observed you slay,<br>And I never have missed before<br>Your jubilant peals as your crunching wheels<br>Were spattered with human gore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why is it, my boy, that you smother your joy,<br>And why do you make no sign<br>Of the merry mind that is dancing behind<br>A solemner face than mine?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The driver replied: 'I would laugh till I cried<br>If I had bisected you;<br>But I'd like to explain, if I can for the pain,<br>'T is myself that I've cut in two.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342993" data-title="The Tables Turned de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Over the man the street car ran, And the driver did never grin. 'O killer of men, pray tell me when Your laughter means to begin. 'Ten years to a day I've observed you slay, And I never have missed before Your jubilant peals as your crunching whe..."></div> </div> </div>

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