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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Plot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My class were all slow payers, <br>And they weren't the best of stayers<br>When they came along to evening classes<br>Straight from keeping shop, <br>So I'd try to entertain them<br>Though I knew I'd rather brain them, <br>All I wanted was some input<br>When their heads began to drop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come on guys and girls, get with it, '<br>I would clap my hands, 'let's live it! '<br>'Give me three basic ingredients<br>You need to build a plot! '<br>'A beginning, ' said one joker, <br>'...and an end....' - (I thought I'd choke her!) <br>But I couldn't get a 'middle' from them, <br>That was all they'd got! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You told me you were writers<br>That you burn the midnight light as<br>Other people lie there sleeping<br>While you wield your mighty pens.<br>You've got 'character' and 'colour'<br>As you like to tell each other, <br>But without a plot you haven't got<br>A story for your friends.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All you've given me - Moon Bayers, <br>And a host of Vampire Slayers<br>And some Super Hero wielding powers<br>Not you, nor I have got, <br>And a princess who's a virgin<br>With some hanger on, an urchin, <br>Come on folks! - there's not a virgin<br>Over fifteen worth a drop! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What we need are real people, <br>Keep it real and keep it simple<br>From the hair down to the dimple<br>(That you shouldn't know she's got!) <br>Use the guy who drives the tanker, <br>Or the fat and balding Banker<br>Who's been betting on the Gee Gee's<br>And is skimming off the top.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or the girl there, in the city<br>Who's naive, but very pretty<br>When she meets the married businessman<br>Who takes her out to lunch, <br>Then invites her back for 'drinkies'<br>As he gives his pal the wink, he's<br>Only working on the plot he's got<br>To wake, just after brunch.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went home and had a brandy, <br>And I followed with a shandy, <br>I had always found it handy<br>To get drunk, right after class, <br>For this lot would do my head in<br>Every day I lay there dreading<br>What I'd teach them about storylines...<br>I drained another glass! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I heard a weird commotion<br>Like some fool had got the notion<br>To break in on my devotion while<br>I sipped my brandy there, <br>Then he hit me, knocked me silly<br>When I woke, I noticed Billy<br>And his dopey girlfriend Philly, <br>They had tied me to my chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were not the best of students, <br>He wrote thrillers, she wrote rude ones, <br>But they didn't have a plot between them, <br>Much to my despair, <br>I had teased and hinted, needled, <br>And at times I even wheedled, <br>But their minds were blank of any plot<br>You'd even want to share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We're going to keep you tied until<br>You open up, inside, and fill us<br>In on where you keep the plots<br>For every single scene, <br>You must keep them in a box...<br>Here Philly, better check his socks, <br>While I go up and check his jocks, <br>He's sneaky, watch him 'cos he's mean! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You like to think you're writers, '<br>I had snorted, 'God Almight-us! <br>Here's a plot as good and tight as<br>Any plot - but here it stops! <br>You're the robber, I'm the Baron, <br>She's the Moll you hang your hat on, <br>But my wife, whose name is Sharon<br>Has just gone to call the cops! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billy turned, and in his fury<br>Overturned the writing bureau<br>I had bought from Madame Curie's<br>With its secret knobs and drawers, <br>And my papers from within it<br>Spilled on out, and in a minute<br>He had found my little secret, <br>Every plot I'd ever scored.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I resigned from teaching writers<br>Claimed amnesia, which despite us<br>Has persisted quite as tight as<br>All the stories I forgot, <br>Billy's on the run with Philly<br>But I hope they don't get silly, <br>They will catch them in a jiffy<br>If they write a single plot.</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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Straight from keeping shop, 
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