<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you know Gus? Now, he should interest you.<br>The girls adore him - or he thinks they do.<br>He owns a motor bike, not of the sort<br>That merely cough a little bit, or snort.<br>His is a fiery, detonating steed<br>That makes the town sit up and take some heed <br>A thunderous thing, that booms and roars a treat,<br>With repercussions that awake the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's Gus. Dead flash. One of the rorty boys,<br>Whose urge is to express themselves with noise,<br>He wakes the midnight echoes, when to sleep<br>We vainly strive, with detonations deep.<br>And Gus has visions, as he thunders by,<br>Of maidens who sit up in bed, and sigh,<br>'It's Gus! It's Gus, the he-man. What a thrill!<br>'Mid Jovian thunders riding up the hill!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can't blame Gus. He has to make a row.<br>He's got to get publicity somehow.<br>How else could he stir consciousness in us<br>That in this world there really is a Gus?<br>You can't blame Gus. But oft I long, in bed,<br>That some kind man would bash him on the head <br>A hard, swift blow to give him pain for pain.<br>It would be quite safe. It couldn't hurt his brain.</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=357591" data-title="Gus de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Do you know Gus? Now, he should interest you. The girls adore him - or he thinks they do. He owns a motor bike, not of the sort That merely cough a little bit, or snort. His is a fiery, detonating steed That makes the town sit up and take some hee..."></div> </div> </div>

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