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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Over-Fed Fuse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has made many meals<br>On the Lib'rals of late,<br>And the way that he feels<br>May be judged by his state;<br>For the fact that he has indigestion<br>Is needless, almost, to relate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Kingdom of wade<br>He has eaten with zest;<br>That is plainly displayed<br>By the girth of his vest<br>Now he's hungrily eyeing McGowen<br>And Dacey and some of the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With repletion he's sighed<br>In the south cabbage plot,<br>For he's quite satisfied<br>With the feed he has got;<br>For the Libs, they were many and juicy,<br>And lo, he has gobbled the lot.<br>They have fed him on sops<br>In the far nortern State:<br>He is licking his chops,<br>He is feeling first-rate.<br>They have named him Phidkilp in that district,<br>Where he's dined rather largely of late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was quite a to-do<br>When he lunched in South Oss.<br>For he ate quite a few<br>Ere they noticed the loss.<br>But he finished his feed without winking<br>And is, by one mouthful, the boss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has chewed all the Libs.<br>On the old Apple Isle;<br>He has patted his ribs<br>With a satisfied smile;<br>And now he's quite fat and contented,<br>And likely rest for a while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Federal crib<br>He has dines on 'em roast;<br>He's had hot devilled Lib.<br>And a Deakin on toast;<br>But he's feeling 'too full after eating,'<br>And languidly cheerful at most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this Liberal diet<br>Has filled him right out;<br>He has grown very quiet,<br>Exceedingly stout,<br>And he's taken a nap after dinner,<br>And has slept the session quite out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us hope that, some day,<br>When he wakes in a huff,<br>The electors will say<br>He has had quite enough,<br>And prescribe him a Labor emetic,<br>And restrict him to plain Tory duff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sweet soon-to-be,<br>When we open our NEWS,<br>Or our AGE or D.T.<br>Or whate'r we peruse,<br>We shall read: 'SUDDEN DEATH OF A GLUTTON,<br>THE FATE OF AN OVER-FED FUSE.'</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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On the Lib'rals of late,
And the way that he feels
May be judged by his state;
For the fact that he has indigestion
Is needless, almost, to relate.

In the Kingdom of wade
He has eaten with zest;
That is plainly displayed
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