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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Suburbia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O man with a Position, prithee tell,<br>How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;<br>Holding in lofty scorn that lowly mob<br>Of 'Blokes' who earn mere 'wages' at a 'job'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knights of Suburbia, whose only care<br>Is to be counted 'mid the 'naicest' there,<br>Teach me how I, some day, may learn to be<br>Clothed in drab Respectability.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot muster due respect for those<br>Who wear the very nicest kind of clothes;<br>Nor does the Upper House sufficiently<br>Impress the dull, 'right-thinking' part o' me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would I garb my meekness in a coat<br>Whose very blackness struck a pious note,<br>And crease my pants, and aye, with tender care,<br>Arrange becomingly my plebian hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A 'Something in the City' would I be,<br>With due respect for men of Propputy.<br>Or sooth, if such ambition be too rash,<br>I'd, as a godlike grocer, groce for cash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, lead me to some suburb grey and calm!<br>My very soul craves for a potted palm<br>In my front porch. Nay, but it were sublime<br>To stalk the stealthy slug o' summer-time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then would I take some proper girl to wife,<br>And know the joys of a 'well-ordered' life,<br>Beget suburban daughters who would be<br>Models of drawing-room propriety.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me, that drawing-room! - my lady's pride.<br>With products of Chow-labor side by side.<br>An upright grand by Bubblestein and Bohrs,<br>And framed enlargements of our ancestors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our arms - a 'what not' rampant on a ground<br>Of pious drab. There would we sit around<br>While Bertha thumped the keys o' balmy eves,<br>And caterpillars chewed the fuschia leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There would we offer incense, highly toned,<br>And worship, nightly, FURNITURE enthroned.<br>There would we - nay, I may not even hope,<br>Whose only wash-hand bowl is plugged with soap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With yellow soap, to caulk a leak obscene <br>Whose writing-table once held kerosene.<br>What does he wot of over-mantels, he<br>Who keeps tobacco where he should keep tea?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knight of Suburbia, your daily round,<br>Treading to morning trains the same old ground,<br>Is not for me; though I would gladly be<br>A champion at passing cakes and tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, that the stars had willed it were my fate<br>To be immoderately moderate;<br>To sit at eve, 'mid fans and photo, frames,<br>And play at sundry senseless parlor games;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, having bathed my soul in revelry,<br>Put out the cat, and turned the front door key,<br>Away to rest, by one dim taper's gleam,<br>To court the vague, unnecessary dream.</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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How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;
Holding in lofty scorn that lowly mob
Of 'Blokes' who earn mere 'wages' at a 'job'.

Knights of Suburbia, whose only care
Is to be counted 'mid the 'naicest' there..."></div>
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