<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mad, But Not So Mad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though our eye in recent seasons<br>Has a wild and glassy glare,<br>And we fail to offer reasons<br>For the straws that deck our hair;<br>There are certain consolations<br>That are unction for the soul<br>When we view the older nations<br>Gone completely up the pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We may be mad, but not so mad<br>As others quite bereft<br>Of reason. Though our case is sad,<br>We've sparks of gumption left.<br>For, while we have the art to see<br>From this our island raft,<br>How mad the other nations be<br>That sail the economic sea,<br>We're not completely daft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In regard to hops and butter,<br>Wheat and sugar, things like these<br>Our insanity is utter <br>As evinced by subsidies.<br>In regard to other matters,<br>As events have proved today,<br>We're not quite as mad as haters <br>Or not so far anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tho' our land's a troubled land,<br>But few of us are found<br>Making insane attempts to stand<br>'With ears upon the ground.'<br>Contortionists might very well<br>Attempt it without fear;<br>But it must come of stuff they sell<br>When Breweries, as judges tell,<br>Are standing on their ears.</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=357678" data-title="Mad, But Not So Mad de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations That are unction for the soul When we view the older nations Gone completely up the pole. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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