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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 4 - Our Mr. Trim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again,<br>'Our Mr Trim,' you know, debonair and neat;<br>Landed here this morning on the ten-thirty train;<br>Can't you hear him laughing there, half down the street?<br>A bland man, a breezy man, a man to take the eye;<br>With his trolly load of sample tins, his big leather bags.<br>Men say he's popular; ladies say, 'Oo, my!'<br>John George Augustus Trim, traveller in bags.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Trim, the traveller, oh, very well-dressed,<br>Very much the lah-de-dah; handsome, too, at that;<br>Flowing, braided frock-coat (material the best)<br>Pantaloons of shepherd's plaid, tall shiny hat;<br>Curly set of 'sideboards,' big silk moustache,<br>Diamond on finger and a rolling eye of brown.<br>'Oo, such a one!' the ladies say. 'Such a shameless mash,'<br>And hearts are all a-flutter when our Mr Trim's in town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Trim, the traveller, drinking with the boys,<br> 'Heard the latest yarn, lads? Got it at the club.'<br>'He's such a card, that Mr trim! Listen to that noise!<br>Such a fav-rite with the fellers,' says the lady at the pub.<br>Mr Trim, with customers, 'putting out a line,'<br>Feeding them with flattery, indulging every whim.<br>'Oh, better say two dozen. Shall I book it for you? Fine . . .'<br> A useful fellow,' says The Firm - 'Our Mr Trim.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Trim, the traveller, married rather well <br>Squatter's daughter, up the north - heaps and heaps of cash.<br>Put it in a wholesale house, so the gossips tell;<br>Stuck it for a dozen years, and then went smash.<br>Mr Trim is knocking round somewhere still they say,<br>Frock coat and shepherd's plaids drooping, like his hope;<br>Slightly down-at-heel and bald, cuffs inclined to fray <br>John George Augustus Trim, traveller in soap.</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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'Our Mr Trim,' you know, debonair and neat;
Landed here this morning on the ten-thirty train;
Can't you hear him laughing there, half down the street?
A bland man, a breezy man, a man to take the ey..."></div>
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