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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deficit Demon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, <br>Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill, <br>While as with fervour he sang there was borne o'er the shuddering wildwood, <br>Borne on the breath of the poet a flavour of rum and of onions. <br>He sang of the Deficit Demon that dqelt in the Treasury Mountains, <br>How it was small in its youth and a champion was sent to destroy it: <br>Dibbs he was salled, and he boasted, &quot;Soon I will wipe out the Monster,&quot; <br>But while he was boasting and bragging the monster grew larger and larger. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day as Dibbs bragged of his prowess in daylight the Deficit met him, <br>Settled his hash in one act and made him to all man a byword, <br>Sent hin, a raving ex-Premier, to dwell in the shades of oblivion, <br>And the people put forward a champion known as Sir Patrick the Portly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in the midnight the tom-cat who seeketh his love on the house top, <br>Lifteth his voice up and is struck by the fast whizzing brickbat, <br>Drops to the ground in a swoon and glides to the silent hereafter, <br>So fell Sir Patrick the Portly at the stroke of the Deficit Demon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then were the people amazed and they called for the champion of champions <br>Known as Sir 'Enry the Fishfag unequalled in vilification. <br>He is the man, said the people, to wipe out the Deficit Monster, <br>If nothing else fetches him through he can at the least talk its head off. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he sharpened his lance of Freetrade and he practised in loud-mouthing abusing, <br>&quot;Poodlehead,&quot; &quot;Craven,&quot; and &quot;Mole-eyes&quot; were things that he purposed to call it, <br>He went to the fight full of valour and all men are waiting the issue, <br>Though they know not his armour nor weapons excepting his power of abusing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud sang the lunatic his song of the champions of valour <br>Until he was sighted and captured by fleet-footed keepers pursuing, <br>To whom he remarked with a smile as they ran him off back to the madhouse, <br>&quot;If you want to back Parkes I'm your man -- here's a cool three to one on the Deficit.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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