<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fall of Fitzmickle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,<br>Rules with an iron rod<br>His house and home; 'neath its red-tiled dome<br>He struts like a little tin god.<br>When Popper says stay, the family stay;<br>When Popper says go, they go;<br>And early and late, like the trumpet of Fate,<br>Sounds the fierce Fitzmicklean 'No!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,<br>Came on his small son when<br>There, listening in to the cricketing din,<br>He sat as the clock struck ten.<br>'What? Sporting rubbish? At this hour, too!'<br>Said he: and his brow grew black.<br>'Things that I wouldn't do my son musn't do.<br>Bed, sir! And don't answer me back!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,<br>His hand on the wireless switch,<br>Listened a wile, and a ghost of a smile<br>His stern face seemed to twitch.<br>'Another man out!' He paused in doubt,<br>As he noted the latest score.<br>'Well, I might as well sit and listen a bit;<br>But a bare half hour, no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,<br>Just as the clock struck four,<br>Weary and worn in the cold, bleak morn<br>Crept by his small son's door.<br>And out of the stygian darkness there,<br>Swift to discover his sin,<br>A small voice cried from the gloom inside:<br>'Please Popper. Did our side win?'</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357875" data-title="The Fall of Fitzmickle de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; 'neath its red-tiled dome He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family stay; When Popper says go, they go; And early and late, like the trumpet of Fate, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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