<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357632" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Isn't Cricket</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hello, old cobber. Well, what's on your mind?<br>You're lookin' awful gloomy and mysterious<br>Done in your dough? The horses been unkind?<br> Nobody ill? I hope it's nothin' serious.<br>Aw, don't be funny. Foreign what? Affairs?<br>Well, they ain't happ'nin' this side of the Murray.<br>Nothin' in my young life, them blighters' cares,<br>Why go so far away to look for worries?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What? League o' Nations? Look, you ain't allowed<br>Them sort of jokes. There's nothin' goin' to happen.<br>I lose no sleep about that comic crowd <br>A lot of glum old gaspots, always yappin'<br>Most of 'em foreigners! . . . Aw, boy, wake up!<br>That paper talk don't cause my blood to curdle . . .<br>Time we was concentratin' on the Cup.<br>Dam politics. What's fancied for the hurdle?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">World politics? A grown-up cove like you!<br>Doin' your block that way! It's childish! Reely!<br>I know a dozen foreign coves, I do <br>All ignorint. Not edjicated freely,<br>Like me an' you; an' - you know - insular.<br>Reel narrer-minded . . . Sport? They couldn't stick it <br>No staminer. They ain't built like we are . . .<br>Aw, let's talk somethin' sensible, like cricket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">War? . . . Listen to him! Ain't you wise to war?<br> Just politicians' talk - coves of that kidney ...<br>Eh? Troopships? Headin' Melbourne way? What for? ...<br>Perish the crows? They've just bombarded Sydney? ...<br>Look, this is murder! What's the bloomin' game?<br>Sydney? My brother? All my wife's relations!<br>Bombarded! ... Here; some coot must take the blame!<br>Where's the police? Where's this here League o' Nations?</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=357632" data-title="It Isn't Cricket de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Hello, old cobber. Well, what's on your mind? You're lookin' awful gloomy and mysterious Done in your dough? The horses been unkind? Nobody ill? I hope it's nothin' serious. Aw, don't be funny. Foreign what? Affairs? Well, they ain't happ'nin' th..."></div> </div> </div>

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