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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woes of Bill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once upon a recent even, as I lay in fitful slumber,<br>Weaving dreams and seeing visions vague and utterly absurd,<br>Suddenly I seemed to waken, somewhat scared and rather shaken,<br>For I thought my name was mentioned, coupled with - 'a certain word.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas the Adjective that roused me, sanguinary and familiar,<br>That embellishes the diction of my fellow countrymen,<br>When they do commune together in regard to crops or weather -<br>Such a word as never, never shall defile this pious pen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting, upright on my pillow, filled with weird, uncanny feelings,<br>Once again I heard, distinctly someone calling on my name.<br>And I gazed around me vainly as a voice exclaimed quite plainly:<br>'Strike me up a blessed wattle if it ain't a blessed shame!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis some idiotic joker, 't's some festive friend,' I muttered,<br>Gazing toward my chamber window where the moonlight faintly gleamed<br>Then, before my bedroom curtain, I beheld a shape uncertain,<br>Something vague and dim and doubtful, slowly taking form it seemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, all obvious before me stood a figure most familiar,<br>Clad in bushman's boots and breeches and a colored cotton shirt.<br>Said he: 'No, yer eyes don't fail yer: Here's yer cobber, BILL AUSTRALIER,<br>An' I've come to ask you plainly if this game ain't blessed dirt!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pardon. BILL,' said I politely; 'but I hardly get your meaning.'<br>'Strewth!' said BILL. 'Dead crook, I call it!' But I stayed him with a smile.<br>'By your leave, my worthy bloke, we'll dropp these oaths and terms colloquial,<br>And just talk the matter over in a peaceful, friendly style.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BILL choked back a warm expletive - for my smile was most engaging -<br>And, upon my invitation, sat beside me on the bed.<br>And, omitting decorations - fancy oaths and execrations <br>That his woeful story garnished, I shall tell you what he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now my name is BILL AUSTRALIER, just plain BILL without no trimmin's,<br>And you'll tumble that I'm ownin' quite a tidy bit o' land;<br>Land that needs a bit o' workin'; an' there ain't no time for shirkin',<br>An' there ain't no call for loafers on the job I got on hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My selection is extensive; right from sea to sea it stretches;<br>An' I'm needin' willin' grafters for the toil there is to do:<br>So some blokes called politicians speaks for overseers' positions,<br>An' I hands 'em out the billets, thinkin' they would see things through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Strewth! They ain't signed on 10 minutes 'fore they downs their tools in anger,<br>An', without no word o' warnin', started fightin' tooth an' nail.<br>An' I yelled till I grew husky, an' me face with rage went dusky,<br>But me most expensive language wasn't of the least avail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tell yeh, I was fair bewildered till a bloke gives me the office,<br>Puts me wise about them factions an' this Party Guv'ment lurk.<br>Seems, if one side takes to toilin', then the other aims at spoilin'<br>Ev'ry blessed job they tackle. An' the blighters calls it WORK!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So I puts it to 'em plainly. Sez I: 'This here Party scrappin'<br>In the time for which I'm payin' ain't a fair thing, anyway!'<br>An, I calmly asks 'em whether they can't work in peace together,<br>An' consider me a trifle, seein' as I find the pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But it weren't no use o' torkin', they just howls and fights the harder,<br>Leaves me pressin' jobs to languish while they plays their party games;<br>Till one push turns out the stronger; then I don't chip in no longer,<br>For they done a bit o' graftin' while the others calls 'em names.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, this year their contracts finished, so I gives 'em all the bullet,<br>Sacks the lot an' advertises for fresh men; an' when they came,<br>With near even sides, by Heaven! 38 to 37.<br>They remarks: 'The job be jiggered! We're too close to play the Game.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Game! What game? Of all the blighters!' - (Here BILL'S language grew tremendous.<br>I have never heard a vision curse so much in all my life.)<br>'Five an' seventy I'm payin' for to work, an' here's them sayin'<br>That the sides is too near equal an' 'twould only lead to strife!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Strike me - !' (BILL again, in anger, aired his vast vocabulary,<br>Using words against his 'workmen' stronger than the law allows;<br>And his ultimate expletive! - Fain would I remain secretive,<br>But I may not. In his anger. BILL described them as FAIR COWS!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fair dashed Cows! That's wot I call 'em. An' I want your straight opinion. <br>Am I boss of this selection that extends from sea to sea?<br>Here's these blinded politicians hangin' on to them positions!<br>An' I want the dead, straight griffen: Are they workin' points on me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'BILL,' said I - and tears were streaming down my whiskers as I answered -<br>'Precedent, and rule, and custom cannot be ignored, you know.<br>This Great System was imported by our fathers' (Here BILL snorted) <br>'From the dear old Mother Country, and we cannot let it go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wot!' yelled BILL. 'Still more imported pests upon the job to plague me!<br>Like the rabbits an' the foxes, burrs an' thistles, an' the rest.<br>Must I ever curse in anguish? Must my Big Jobs ever languish?<br>Can't I clear me blamed selection of this Party Guv'ment pest?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'BILL!' I sobbed, choked with emotion - then in wonder gazed about me;<br>Marked the moonlight, white and ghostly, faintly gleaming through the pane:<br>Saw mine old familiar trousers - (Pardon this allusion, Wowsers) -<br>Hanging on the bedpost sadly. But I searched for BILL - in vain.<br>Gone had he from out my chamber. Yet I sat and pondered deeply<br>Through that chilly winter even; and I ponder deeply still.<br>Evidence I've none to show men; but, I ask, was it an omen?<br>Did it presage good or evil, that strange vanishing of BILL?</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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