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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stones of Gosh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh,<br>In the end of the year umteen;<br>Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh,<br> And Tush, his virtuous Queen.<br>And here is a tale of the Oglike Ogs,<br> In their neighbouring land of Podge;<br>Of their sayings and doings and plottings and brewings,<br> And something about Sir Stodge.<br> Wise to profundity,<br> Stout to rotundity,<br> That was the Knight Sir Stodge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the King was rich, and the Queen was fair,<br>And they made a very respectable pair.<br>And whenever a Glug in that peaceful land,<br>Did anything no one could understand<br>The Knight, Sir Stodge, he looked in a book,<br>And charged that Glug with a crime called Crook.<br>And the great Judge Fudge, who wore for a hat<br>The skin of a female tortoise-shell cat,<br>He fined that Glug for his actions rash,<br>And frequently asked to be paid in cash.<br>Then every Glug went home to rest<br>With his head in a bag and his toes to the west;<br>For they knew it was best,<br>Since their grandpas slept with their toes to the west. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all of the tale that is so far told<br> Has nothing whatever to do<br>With the Ogs of Podge, and their crafty dodge,<br>And the trade in pickles and glue.<br>To trade with the Glugs came the Ogs to Gosh,<br>And they said in the mildest of tones,<br>'We'll sell you pianers and pickels and spanners<br>For seventeen shiploads of stones <br>Smooth 'uns or nobbly 'uns,<br>Firm 'uns or wobbly 'uns,<br>All that we ask is stones.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said, 'What?' and the Queen said, 'Why,<br>That is awfully cheap to the things I buy!<br>That grocer of ours in the light brown hat<br>Asks two-and-eleven for pickles like that!'<br>But a Glug stood up with a wart on his nose,<br>And he cried, 'Your Majesties! Ogs is foes!'<br>But the Glugs cried, 'Peace! Will you hold your jaw!<br>How did our grandpas fashion the law?'<br>Said the Knight, Sir Stodge, as he opened a book,<br>'If the goods were cheap then the goods they took.'<br>So they fined the Glug with the wart on his nose<br>For wearing a wart with his everyday clothes.<br>And the goods were brought home through a Glug named Jones;<br>And the Ogs went home with their loads of stones,<br>Which they landed with glee in the land of Podge.<br>Do you notice the dodge?<br>Not yet? Well, no more did the Knight, Sir Stodge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the following Summer the Ogs came back<br>With a cargo of eight-day clocks,<br>And hand-painted screens, and sewing machines,<br> And mangles, and scissors, and socks.<br>And they said, 'For these excellent things we bring<br>We are ready to take more stones;<br>And in bricks or road-metal for goods you will settle<br>Indented by your Mister Jones.'<br>Cried the Glugs praisingly:<br>'Why, how amazingly<br>Smart of industrious Jones!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said, 'Hum,' and the Queen said, 'Oo!<br>That curtain! What a bee-ootiful blue!'<br>But a Glug stood up with some very large ears,<br>And said, 'There is more in this thing than appears!<br>So we ought to be taxing these goods of the Ogs,<br>Or our industry soon will be gone to the dogs.'<br>And the King said, 'Bosh! You're un-Gluggish and rude!'<br>And the Queen said, 'What an absurd attitude!'<br>Then the Glugs cried, 'Down with political quacks!<br>How did our grandpas look at a tax?'<br>So the Knight, Sir Stodge, he opened his Book.<br>'No tax,' said he, 'wherever I look.'<br>Then they fined the Glug with the prominent ears<br>For being old-fashioned by several years;<br>And the Ogs went home with the stones, full-steam.<br>Do you notice the scheme?<br>Not yet? Nor did the Glugs in their dreamiest dreams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then every month to the land of the Gosh<br>The Ogs they continued to come,<br>With buttons and hooks and medical books<br>And rotary engines and rum,<br>Large cases with labels, occasional tables,<br>Hair tonic and fiddles and 'phones;<br>And the Glugs, while copncealing their joy in the dealing,<br>Paid promptly in nothing but stones.<br>Why, it was screamingly<br>Laughable, seemingly <br>Asking for nothing but stones!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said, 'Haw!' and the Queen said, 'Oh!<br>Our drawing-room now is a heavenly show<br>Of large overmantels and whatnots and chairs,<br>And a statue of Splosh at the head of the stairs.'<br>But a Glug stood up with a cast in his eye,<br>And he said, 'Far too many baubles we buy;<br>With all the Gosh factories closing their doors,<br>And importers' warehouses lining our shores.'<br>But the Glugs cried, 'Down with such meddlesome fools!<br>What did our grandpas lay down in their rules?'<br>And the Knight, Sir Stodge, he opened his Book:<br>'To cheapness,' he said, 'was the road they took.'<br>Then every Glug who was not too fat<br>Turned seventeen handsprings, and jumped on his hat.<br>And they fined the Glug with the cast in his eye<br>For looking two ways at the tenth of July,<br>And for having no visible Precedent, which<br>Is a crime in the poor and a fault in the rich.<br>And the Glugs cried 'Strooth!' whihc is Gluggish, you know,<br>For a phrase that, in English, is charmingly low.<br>Are you grasping it? No?<br>Well, we haven't got very much farther to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now it chanced one day, in the middle of May,<br>There came to the great King Splosh<br>A policeman who said, while scratching his head:<br>'There isn't a stone in Gosh<br>To throw at a dog; for the crafty Og,<br>Last Saturday week, at one,<br>Took our last blue-metal in order to settle<br>A bill for a toy pop-gun.'<br>Said the King, jokingly:<br>'Why, how provokingly<br>Weird! But we have the gun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said: 'Well, we are stony broke!'<br>But the Queen couldn't see it was much of a joke.<br>And she said: 'If the metal's all used up,<br>Pray what of the costume I want for the Cup?<br>It all seems so dreadfully simple to me.<br>The stones? Why import them from over the sea!'<br>But a Glug stood up with a mole on his chin,<br>And he said, with a most diabolical grin:<br>'Your Majesties, down in the country of Podge<br>A spy has unravelled a very cute dodge;<br>And the Ogs are determined to wage a war<br>On the Glugs next Friday, at half-past four!'<br>Then the Glugs all cried in a terrible fright:<br>'How did our grandpas manage a fight?'<br>And the Knight, Sir Stodge, he opened a book,<br>And he read: 'Some very large stones they took<br>And flung at the foe with exceeding force;<br>Which was very effective, though rude, of course.'<br>And, lo, with sorrowful wails and moans,<br>The Glugs cried: 'Where, oh, where are the stones?'<br>And some rushed north, and a few ran west,<br>Seeking the substitutes seeming best.<br>And they gathered the pillows and cushions and rugs<br>From the homes of the rich and the middle-class Glugs.<br>And a hasty message they managed to send<br>Craving the loan of some bricks from a friend.<br>Do you now comprehend?<br>Well, hold on at the curve, for we're nearing the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Friday exactly at half-past four<br>Came the Ogs with a warlike glee;<br>And the first of their stones hit poor Mr. Jones,<br>The Captain of Industry.<br>Then a pebble of Podge took the Knight, Sir Stodge,<br>In the pit of his convex vest.<br>He muttered 'Un-Gluggish!' His heart grew sluggish,<br>He solemnly sank to rest,<br>'Tis inconceivable <br>Hardly believable <br>Yet he was sent to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King said 'Ouch!' and the Queen said 'Oo!<br>My bee-ootiful drawing-room! What shall I do?'<br>But the Oglike Ogs they hurled great rocks<br>Through the works of the wonderful eight-day clocks<br>They had sold to the Glugs but a month before <br>Which is very absurd, but, of course, it's war.<br>And the Glugs cried: 'What would our grandpas do<br>If they hadn't the stones that they one time threw?'<br>But the Knight, Sir Stodge, and his mystic book<br>Oblivious slept in a graveyard nook.</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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In the end of the year umteen;
Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh,
 And Tush, his virtuous Queen.
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 In their neighbouring land of Podge;
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