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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Strike!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll admit I was running late that day, <br>Back home from the trailer park, <br>It was cold and wet in the alleyway<br>As I made my way in the dark, <br>My wife had run off with the milkman<br>Left me caring for two young boys, <br>They were at that age - you know the one, <br>Where they scatter the house with toys! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hall was lying in darkness, but<br>I could hear them, back in the house, <br>Their voices raised in an argument, <br>The why's and the where's, and how's, <br>I walked on into the kitchen, then<br>And stood stock still at the door, <br>If I hadn't been self-possessed that day<br>My jaw would have hit the floor! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Okay, fess up! Who brought it home? '<br>But Tim just gave me a scowl, <br>‘It's mine, but Robbie's a sookie moan! '<br>Then Robert began to howl; <br>‘It isn't fair, it's always the best<br>That he gets, it's never enough! '<br>‘I thought they were fixed, ' said Tim at last, <br>‘But his must have fallen off! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at the head on the table, it<br>Was fixed with a crooked grin, <br>There wasn't a sign of blood on it, <br>And it had a wax-like skin, <br>‘Are you sure it's real? ' I reached on out<br>To poke it, there on the cheek, <br>But the eyelids flew wide open, stared, <br>And my heart - it stopped for a week! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I found it out in a puddle, in<br>The alleyway out the back, <br>I picked it up and I brought it home<br>Tucked into my haversack.'<br>I sat them down and I pointed out<br>That we couldn't go keeping heads, <br>As the sweat broke out on my brow to think<br>Just what I'd say to the Feds! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their mother rang, she was on her way<br>To collect some more of her stuff, <br>I freaked, and hurried the boys away, <br>And I got them cleaning up, <br>I swore them both to a pact with me, <br>They mustn't whisper a thing, <br>For mothers are pretty touchy, see, <br>When they take off that wedding ring! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the head, had put it away<br>By the time that she rang the bell, <br>The Milkman lurked in the alleyway, <br>For him, it was just as well; <br>She took her clothes and the bowling bag, <br>They were off to the Ten Pin Bowl, <br>I mused, were the nostrils flared enough<br>To pass for a ten pound ball! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 August 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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Back home from the trailer park, 
It was cold and wet in the alleyway
As I made my way in the dark, 
My wife had run off with the milkman
Left me caring for two young boys, 
They were at that age - you know..."></div>
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