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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>House of Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house was ready to move right in<br>When Jane and John were wed, <br>A wall in the lounge was a TV screen<br>And another, over their bed, <br>It was fitted with every gadget<br>That could open, close or sing, <br>‘We want it to be the most modern house, '<br>Said Jane, ‘with everything! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The washing machine was silent as<br>It whisked around their clothes, <br>They ate right out of the dishwasher, <br>Why stack them, keep it closed, <br>The carpets muffled their every step<br>They had a luxurious pile, <br>‘It's just like walking on clouds, ' said John, <br>As they wandered round for a while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lights were hidden in ceilings<br>Casting a faint, enchanted glow, <br>And speakers whispered their music<br>Following round, wherever they'd go, <br>They had ipods and pads and things<br>And touch screens all about, <br>‘It certainly is the house of dreams<br>So why would we want to go out? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John would follow his wife around<br>The room with his loving eyes, <br>While Jane would gaze at the garden<br>Through the shades, with heaving sighs, <br>‘There's so much love in our little house, <br>I feel it's almost a dream, '<br>Said Jane, who stayed in her nightie: <br>‘Why get dressed, the clothes are clean! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oven there in the kitchen had<br>Six burners, worked on gas, <br>But Jane never got to turn it on, <br>‘We have to make it last! '<br>They sent for take-out, burgers, fries, <br>For a treat they'd eat Chinese, <br>‘And that is the beauty of this house, <br>We can do whatever we please! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John had installed a system that<br>Was called ‘The House of Love', <br>It whispered insidious messages<br>From the speakers up above, <br>‘Oh Jane, you are so beautiful, '<br>It would whisper in the shower, <br>Told John: ‘you're such a lucky man, <br>To be let in your lady's bower.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A speaker out in the mailbox said: <br>‘Hello there, Mister Man, <br>I see that you have some letters there, <br>Just place them in the can.<br>Or maybe you'd like to take them up<br>And slide them under the door, <br>They're busy now, in making love, <br>We'd be thankful, Man, I'm sure! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When visitors rang the bell, they'd hear<br>The sound of a drawn out sigh, <br>‘John and Jane aren't in today, <br>But they'll phone you, by and by! '<br>Both friends and family ceased to call, <br>Got on with their mundane lives, <br>‘That pair have nothing they want to share, '<br>Said the husbands, to their wives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A year went by in a flash, the bliss<br>Was almost too much to bear, <br>‘Why don't you move, ' said Jane one day, <br>You're still in that same old chair! '<br>‘You're getting fat, ' said John to Jane, <br>As he looked at her burgeoning thighs, <br>Maybe we ought to go out one day, <br>Go out for some exercise! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sat and stared at the oak front door, <br>They sat and stared for a week, <br>‘Maybe you're right, we should go out, <br>If only to take a peek.'<br>John turned the knob on the door, and pulled<br>But he found that it wouldn't budge, <br>‘The wood has swelled, Oh, Merry Hell, '<br>He swore, ‘we'll wait for a nudge! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hoped when a visitor came to call<br>They would push from the other side, <br>But no-one called, they'd given up, <br>Stayed home with their dented pride, <br>And tempers frayed in the house of love<br>As the voices whispered on: <br>‘Oh Jane, you have such beautiful thighs, <br>Now why did you say that, John? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The take-out came through a window<br>Far too small to be climbed on through, <br>For Jane had the hips of an elephant, <br>And John had the belly of two, <br>The Pizza boy was a slender lad<br>And he'd nudge and he'd nudge in vain, <br>But the door stayed fast ‘til the very last<br>Until the firemen came! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice said, ‘Hi there, Mister Man, <br>I can see you're coming on through…'<br>The firemen called on the local police, <br>‘See here! Now what do we do? '<br>For Jane lay drowned in a half filled tub<br>While John had sat down, and choked, <br>‘You shouldn't have said that, John, ' it said, <br>The knife was still stuck in his throat! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 September 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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When Jane and John were wed, 
A wall in the lounge was a TV screen
And another, over their bed, 
It was fitted with every gadget
That could open, close or sing, 
‘We want it to be the most modern house, '
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