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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peter Pan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd buried his head in manuscripts<br>And books for twenty years, <br>He'd kept himself to himself had never<br>Ventured down the stairs, <br>His meals were brought on a silver tray<br>His clothes were laundered and pressed, <br>No callers came to his stately rooms<br>To invade his hours of rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd turned his back on the world out there<br>When young, and his sister went, <br>His parents left the estate to him<br>Though most of the money was spent, <br>He had no interest in state affairs, <br>No more in the works of man, <br>Looked rarely out of the windows<br>Of his mansion, Maison Grande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He studied the force of nature, <br>Tempests, storms, tornado files, <br>Read books on the brontosaurus, <br>Mammoths, raptors, crocodiles, <br>The only women he knew of, <br>Little girls like his sister Ann, <br>He lived like a boy forever<br>In his mind, like Peter Pan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't hear when the Bailiffs<br>Took his furniture from below, <br>Cleaned out the candelabra<br>Caused his silver trays to go, <br>Ripped up the hallway carpet<br>Took the Louis the XVI chairs, <br>And finally came up knocking<br>When they exhausted the loot downstairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood in shock when they carried off<br>His desk of Baltic Pine, <br>Ripped the books from the shelves and<br>Took the last of his stock of wine, <br>He saw the bills he'd neglected when<br>The cook came up to quit, <br>Her owed her three months wages and<br>That was the least of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man from the real estate came up, <br>A man called Arty Hook, <br>The name sat deep in his memory<br>Had he read it in some old book? <br>The Maison Grande would have to be sold<br>Could he please vacate it now, <br>The outside world burst into his head<br>Ran furrows across his brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sister came to lead him away, <br>He went confused, like a child, <br>He didn't know what he'd have to do<br>But his thoughts were running wild, <br>There were people here, and people there<br>Each wanting a piece of him, <br>But he had nothing to offer them, <br>The future was looking grim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ann had a friend called Wendy who<br>Came round to see to his needs, <br>The first real woman he'd seen up close<br>Since before his early teens, <br>He noticed the perfume that she wore, <br>And watched her walk with a sway, <br>The child that had lived in the Maison Grande<br>Was slowly drifting away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt her breath caressing his cheek<br>When she leaned in close to speak, <br>And sensed the draw of those ruby lips<br>And the softness of her cheek, <br>Her body warmth seemed to comfort him<br>When they sat on the old divan, <br>‘Til the night she said, in her negligée, <br>‘It's time to make you a man! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They called around to the real estate<br>Next day, and collared Hook, <br>‘We won't be selling the Maison Grande<br>You can take it off your book.<br>For Wendy's paid off the debtors, and<br>We're planning to move back in, <br>I remember you, and the crocodile, <br>You can try but you'll never win! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got a job at the Uni with<br>The knowledge he had in store, <br>And made his mark as a tutor<br>Teaching English Literature, <br>While Wendy used all her talents to<br>Remodel the Maison Grande, <br>And he excelled with his students<br>When he was teaching Peter Pan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">30 November 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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He'd kept himself to himself had never
Ventured down the stairs, 
His meals were brought on a silver tray
His clothes were laundered and pressed, 
No callers came to his stately room..."></div>
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