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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Bill's Breeches</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once on a time, a party by the name of Mr. BULL<br>Discovered that with many schemes his hands were pretty full.<br>His cares of family were great. Four fine young sons he'd got;<br>They were, indeed, of goodly breed, a strong and hefty lot.<br>But Mr. BULL's domestic cares (as shortly will be seen)<br>Were not with them, but with his wife, whose name was JINGOPHINE.<br>A foolish fad this lady had that all the boys were ninnies;<br> And, though they grew,<br> As children do,<br>She dressed them all in pinnies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, while her boys were young, JOHN BULL engaged in business strife <br>Took little heed of their affairs, and left them to his wife;<br>And JINGOPHINE, who loved her lord, impressed them, noon and night.<br>With tales of his magnificence, his wisdom, wealth and might.<br>But when they talked of growing up, and 'helping pa' some day,<br>She shook her finger at them in her stern, maternal way.<br>'Your pa's a great, big man,' she said. 'You never, never, NEVER<br> Can hope to be<br> As big as he,<br>Or half so wise and clever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, JINGOPHINE, like other dames of fussy, frilly kind,<br>Delighted to have round her folk of weak and narrow mind.<br>Pet persons were her weakness. also aldermen and those<br>Who held the very strictest views, and wore the nicest clothes.<br>They cheered her when she praised her lord, and listened, with a frown.<br>To tales of BILL; and all agreed he'd have to be 'kept down.'<br>'He is a naughty child,' they said, 'a mostprecocious brat.<br>To think good Mr. BULL should have an offspring such as that!'<br>But BILL despite the stern rebukes of aldermen and Wowsers,<br>Defied the crowd.<br> And shouted loud:<br>'Shut up! I want my trousers!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, in the course of time, JOHN BULL awakened to the fact<br>That, in the interests of his sons, 'twas time for him to act.<br>'My dear,' he said, 'these sons of ours are growing quite immense;<br>We ought to have a business talk - I'11 call a conference.<br>They're nearly men; and they must learn, each one, to stand alone.<br>Each with responsibilities, and a household of his own.<br>They can't always be at our skirts, like great, big, awkward gabies.'<br>'Why, Mr. BULL!'<br>She cried. 'You fool!<br>Those boys are only babies!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But at the meeting Mr. BULL spoke plainly to his lads.<br>'My sons,' said he, 'I don't agree with all your mother's fads.<br>You can't be always little boys; like other lads, you've grown;<br>And now 'tis time to face the world, and learn to stand alone.<br>We still remain one family; and none will fail, I know,<br>To aid another in distress, against a common foe.<br>Dear lads, I know, you'll recollect - despite success and riches -<br>Your father still.'<br>'Hear. hear!' said BILL <br>'Hooray! I've got me breeches!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From out that solemn conference BILL marched in highest glee,<br>With more mopeef for Mr. BULL, now that his limbs were free.<br>'The old man, he's an all-right sort, and talks sound, common sense,<br>It's time we learned to act like men, and chucked this fool-pretence.<br>We've done with apron-strings at last. But what will Ma say now?<br>Her Wowsers and her aldermen? LORD, won't there be a row!<br>They've pecked at me quite long enough; it's up to me to scare 'em.<br> They'll howl for weeks!<br> But here's me breeks;<br>An', spare me days, I'll wear 'em!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Wowsers and the aldermen and Mrs. JING0PHINE<br>Were seated in the drawing-room when BILL came on the scene.<br>'He's got 'em on!' a Wowser cried. 'He's disobeyed his ma!'<br>'Help! Murder!' shrieked the aldermen. 'He'll kill his pore, dear vp!'<br>Pell-mell they rushed to Mr. BULL - 'Oh, sir, that dreadful BILL!<br>He'll murder you! He stole yer pants! He's got 'em on 'im still! Mr. BULL said. 'Is he?<br>There, there, good folk,<br>You've had your joke.<br>Now, go away; I'm busy.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But, up and down the land they went, the Wowsers and the rest;<br>And BILL, besides the trousers, sported now a coat and vest.<br>'He's dressin' like a man!' they shrieked. 'He's going to resist<br>His dear, kind pa! Oh, who'll restrain this rank disloyalist?<br>He won't take sops from 'is fond ma; 'er pore 'art's nearly broke!<br>He's even gone at scoffed at us; an' treats us as a joke!' ....<br>And if you chance to come across those aldermen and Wowsers<br>You'll find them still<br>Abusing BILL<br>Who grins, and wears the trousers.</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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