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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ogs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It chanced one day, in the middle of May,<br>There came to the great King Splosh<br>A policeman, who said, while scratching his head,<br>There isn't a stone in Gosh<br>To throw at a dog; for the crafty Og,<br>Last Saturday week, at one,<br>Took our last blue-metal, in order to settle<br> A bill for a toy pop-gun.'<br> Said the King, jokingly,<br> 'Why, how provokingly<br> Weird; but we have the gun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said, 'Well, we are stony-broke.'<br>But the Queen could not see it was much of a joke.<br>And she said, 'If the metal is all used up,<br>Pray what of the costume I want for the Cup?<br>It all seems so dreadfully simple to me.<br>The stones? Why, import them from over the sea.'<br>But a Glug stood up with a mole on his chin,<br>And said, with a most diabolical grin,<br>'Your Majesties, down in the country of Podge,<br>A spy has discovered a very 'cute dodge.<br>And the Ogs are determined to wage a war<br>On Gosh, next Friday, at half-past four.'<br>Then the Glugs all cried, in a terrible fright,<br>'How did our grandfathers manage a fight?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Knight, Sir Stodge, he opened his Book,<br>And he read, 'Some very large stones they took,<br>And flung at the foe, with exceeding force;<br>Which was very effective, tho' rude, of course.'<br>And lo, with sorrowful wails and moans,<br>The Glugs cried, 'Where, Oh, where are the stones?'<br>And some rushed North, and a few ran West;<br>Seeking the substitutes seeming best.<br>And they gathered the pillows and cushions and rugs<br>From the homes of the rich and middle-class Glugs.<br>And a hasty message they managed to send<br>Craving the loan of some bricks from a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the Friday, exactly at half-past four,<br>Came the Ogs with triumphant glee.<br>And the first of their stones hit poor Mister Ghones,<br>The captain of industry.<br>Then a pebble of Podge took the Knight, Sir Stodge,<br>In the curve of his convex vest.<br>He gurgled 'Un-Gluggish!' His heart growing sluggish,<br>He solemnly sank to rest.<br>'Tis inconceivable,<br>Scarcely believable,<br>Yet, he was sent to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said, 'Ouch!' And the Queen said, '0o!<br>My bee-ootiful drawing-room! What shall I do?'<br>But the warlike Ogs, they hurled great rocks<br>Thro' the works of the wonderful eight-day clocks<br>They had sold to the Glugs but a month before -<br>Which was very absurd; but, of course, 'twas war.<br>And the Glugs cried, 'What would our grandfathers do<br>If they hadn't the stones that they one time threw?'<br>But the Knight, Sir Stodge, and his mystic Book<br>Oblivious slept in a grave-yard nook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a Glug stood out with a pot in his hand,<br>As the King was bewailing the fate of his land,<br>And he said, 'If these Ogs you desire to retard,<br>Then hit them quite frequent with anything hard.'<br>So the Glugs seized anvils, and editors' chairs,<br>And smote the Ogs with them unawares;<br>And bottles of pickles, and clocks they threw,<br>And books of poems, and gherkins, and glue,<br>Which they'd bought with the stones - as, of course, you know <br>From the Ogs but a couple of months ago.<br>Which was simply inane, when you reason it o'er;<br>And uneconomic, but then, it was war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they'd fought for a night and the most of a day,<br>The Ogs threw the last of their metal away.<br>Then they went back to Podge, well content with their fun,<br> And, with much satisfaction, declared they had won.<br>And the King of the Glugs gazed around on his land,<br>And saw nothing but stones strewn on every hand:<br> Great stones in the palace, and stones in the street,<br> And stones on the house-tops and under the feet.<br>And he said, with a desperate look on his face,<br>'There is nothing so ghastly as stones out of place.<br> And, no doubt, this Og scheme was a very smart dodge.<br> But whom does it profit - my people, or Podge?'</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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There came to the great King Splosh
A policeman, who said, while scratching his head,
There isn't a stone in Gosh
To throw at a dog; for the crafty Og,
Last Saturday week, at one,
Took our last blue-metal,..."></div>
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