<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357575" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ghost That Wouldn't Lie Still</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once have we bashed him on the head;<br>Twice have we stabbed him deep;<br>Thrice have we left him there for dead<br> And yet he will not sleep;<br>But rise up from out his grave<br>To gibber and repine<br>And generally misbehave<br>By raving as lost spirits rave:<br>'Oh, Body-Bodyline!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've sneaked on him at dead of night<br>And bashed his grinning face<br>And flung him down and rammed him tight<br>Into his resting place.<br>We've tied a weight about his neck<br>And cast him to the brine;<br>But, lo, next day, he's back on deck,<br>Like some damp victim of a wreck,<br>To babble, 'Bodyline!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've exorcised him with due rite<br>Of candle, book and bell;<br>But back he toddled in the night<br>His sad tale to re-tell.<br>His grizly mien, when he appears,<br>Sends shivers down our spine<br>And wakes our superstitious fears<br>What time he blubbers thro' his tears,<br>'Pity poor Bodyline!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! he can not die, poor bloke,<br>And cease from haunting us<br>Les England, with a single stroke,<br>Gives him his quietus.<br>Then at the bleak crossroads shall we,<br>When ne'er a moon doth shine,<br>Inter his bones triumphantly<br>And write above, with savage glee:<br>'Hic jacet Bodyline.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</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=357575" data-title="Ghost That Wouldn't Lie Still de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Once have we bashed him on the head; Twice have we stabbed him deep; Thrice have we left him there for dead And yet he will not sleep; But rise up from out his grave To gibber and repine And generally misbehave By raving as lost spirits rave: 'Oh..."></div> </div> </div>

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