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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mutton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the everlasting summer, when the town is limp with heat,<br>and the asphalt of the footpath curls your boots and burns your feet:<br>When you're creased and crabbed and sodden, and can hardly raise a crawl,<br>And the persperation's drippin' in a constant waterfall;<br>There's a penetratin' odor gets abroad and fairly roars;<br>It will creep in through the keyholes and it sneaks beneath the doors;<br>And it fills your happy home up from the cellar to the roof,<br>Until ev'ry other odour holds its breath and stands aloof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's Mutton! Mutton!<br> Everlastin' Mutton!<br>All-pervadin', never-fadin' smell of cookin' sheep.<br>Into ev'ry room 'twill roam, chasin' you from house and home,<br>Mutton flaunted, mutton-haunted, even in your sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can smell it in the parlour, you can feel it in the hall,<br>you can HEAR it in the kitchen, where it hugs you like a pall,<br>Hov'ring o'er your couch at midnight, wafting thro' your troubled sleep:<br>First to greet you in the mornin' when the day begins to peep.<br>Seek you vainly to evade it in an open-air retreat,<br>It will rise and upper-cut you, from the gratin's in the street.<br>Vain are all your disinfectants, for they fail the woes to drown<br>Of a mutton-ridden people in a mutton-scented town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the irony of hearin' songs about the home, sweet home;<br>When you swelter in an oven where the kitchen odours roam.<br>When each kindly word is wafted on a mutton-scented breeze,<br>And each sigh stirs up remembrance of a week of hashed-up teas;<br>Where endearing terms are flavoured with a touch of mutton raw,<br>And you sample last week's dinner, ev'ry tender breath you draw.<br>Do you wonder that our home-life isn't what it ought to be?<br>Do you know what sets us drinkin', in our abject misery?<br>It's Mutton! Mutton!<br>Soul-destroyin' Mutton!<br>Over-cloudin', odour-shroudin' all in life that's bright;<br>By a thoughtless movement stirred, chokin' down a kindly word,<br>Ever-present, effervescent, mornin', noon and night.</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>
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