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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357925" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Kid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, this ain't a loocid story, but it 'as a 'igh-class moral.<br>I can mop up all the praises hurled at me by them it soots.<br>An' with them it don't appeal to I don't seek to pick a quarrel;<br>But I pause to say in passin', that I hold 'em brainless coots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well it mighter been a nightmare or it mighter been a vision.<br>Why or 'ow or where it 'appened, or 'ow long or shot ago <br>These are items I am shy of; but I've come to this decision:<br>It all 'appened some'ow somewhere, an' I'm tellin' all I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this lengthy introduction - which I'm trustin', inter-arlier,<br>Will be paid for, cash, at space rates, to assist a bard in need<br>(For the lot of jingle-writers in our own sun-kissed Australier<br> Ain't so sunny as it might be, on the 'ole) - I'll now proceed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was me - who's most important, bein' here to tell the story <br>There was Kodak's gloomy lodger, an' a 'Enry Lawson bloke,<br>Also E.J. Brady's pirate, full of husky oaths and gory,<br>An' a plump and pleasin' female from an Ambrose Dyson joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Likewise with us at the geth'rin' Was Grant 'Ervey's Strong Australian.<br>An' a curly Souter peach; it was a treat the way she dressed;<br>An' a Louis Esson dryad, sparsely gowned an' somewot alien<br>(For which rhyme I point to many precedents amongst the best).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Also there were many others, far too noomerous to mention;<br>Bron men, somwot out of drorin', but exceedin' terse an' keen;<br>Yeller pups, George Reids an' dry dogs - but it is not my intention<br>To innoomerate the items in a Chris'mas BULLYTEEN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where we were I 'ave no notion, tho' it mighter been Parnassus.<br>Any'ow - but I'm forgettin' one small guest that came unbid;<br>Standin' in a corner sulkin', seldom speakin', 'cept to sass us,<br> Rubbin' 'is thin calves together, stood a Norman Lindsay kid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the main point of this story is that all of us was stony;<br>An' we needed money badly for to give ourselves a treat.<br>An' we wanted to present the editor with somethin' toney<br>In the shape of clubs or rest cures, just to try an' get 'im sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mates, alas, there's nothin'left us,' ses the gloomy Lawson native.<br>'We can only look for other castaways from other wrecks.'<br>When the Wild Cat, on 'is windlass, scratched 'is left ear contemplative<br>An' remarked, 'I think I've gotter scheme to land the fatted cheques.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We are valuable assets,' 'e went on, in tones finanshul.<br>'We are also reproductive, an' I think I see a chance<br>To relieve the present tension, an' secure a sum substanshul,<br>Which all comes of my acquaintance with low schemes an' 'igh finance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If we borrer twenty thousand on our natcheral resourses <br>On all BULLETTEEN creations - it will purchase many beers.<br>We can maffick, an' pay int'rest - which is a triflin' thing of course is <br>With a sinkin' fund extendin' over ninety-seven years.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well! To say we was elated is to put th ematter mildly.<br>I can still 'ear Brady's pirate yellin', 'Bite mates, let us bite!'<br>I can still see Kodak's lodger kick 'is slippered feet, and wildly<br>Try to borrer two-an'-sixpence on the spot....But oh, that night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where do I come in?' a squeaky voice arose above our shoutin',<br>Rose an' squeaked, shrill an' insistent, over all our joyous din.<br>'Twas the kid, the Lindsay youngster, standin' in 'is corner poutin'.<br>'Take a pull, yer bloomin' wasters! Blime, where do i come in?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nice lot, ain't yer? Garn, yer loafers! Let the comin' generation<br>Suck their theumbs an' watcher yer jag, an' 'ump the bill when it comes due;<br>Slave an' work when you 'ave snuffed it. An' you look for veneration<br>From us kids! Why, blime, who could venerate the likes of you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As THE BULLYTEEN been preachin' years an' years an' years for nuffin'<br>On the vice of floatin' loans ab' gettin' in the 'ands of Yids?<br>Playin' up yer borrered money! Eatin' drinkin', swillin', stuffin'!<br>Then, when you 'ave checukced a seven, what a picnic for the kids!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spare me! You could 'ear a pin dropp when that little kid 'ad finsihed.<br>We just 'ung our 'eads in silence, till the Strong Australian spoke.<br>(Brady's pirate tore 'is whiskers, with 'is lust for jags dimished;<br>An' the Souter peach was sobbin' on the breast of Lawson's bloke.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Comrades,' ses the Strong Australian, 'see our star all glory litten!<br> Heed the ancient, beer-stained story! Heed the warning of the kid!<br>Lo, the way of ink's before us! Ringing verses shall be written<br>In which I shall figure largely. Yes, I shall.' An', 'struth, 'e did!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ses the pirate, with the remnants of 'is whiskers fiercely bistlin'.<br>'In the war of life together we must take each wound and sear.'<br>'Now, we care not where we're bound for,' ses the Lawson native, whistlin'<br>For 'is dawg. 'It's up Matilda.' As for me, I ses, ''Ear, 'ear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I sed, this yarn ain't loocid, but its moral should not fail yer.<br>I shall ne'er fergit that ev'nin' or the voice above the din.<br>It's the cry of all the kiddies, born an' unborn, in Australyer,<br>When we flash our borrered millyuns: 'Blime, where do we come in?'</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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