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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Farce.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caesar thought he was out of reach<br>'midst weeds and grass, he ate a peach.<br>Pompeia, his wife, found him at last<br>Palms held up, she delivered a blast.<br>'Caesar, new lawn is coming today, <br>get busy, clear weeds, cut grass, don't play.'.<br>He said 'Stop, enough of your SNORTS AND BAWL'.<br>Biting ONCE MORE INTO THE PEACH, he obeyed her call.<br>And when he was done, found that that wasn't all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'RAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES'<br>said Gran with a fag on her lip<br>'SEIZE THE HAY', said Pompeia, <br>whilst beating cream with a whip.<br>Caesar said 'How about help, I'd expect no less'.<br>'We're making a trifle for Dan's wife Ness'.<br>'Who? '<br>'you know, NESS ESSITY..........THE MOTHER OF VIN VENTION'.<br>Caesar stuck in his finger and licked causing tension<br>'Why? ', wailed Pompeia and hit him with a sieve. Ding! <br>'Ow! A TRIFE UNEXAMINED IS NOT WORTH GIVING'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gran muttered 'THE WIFE OF DAN IS SOLITARY, POOR, <br>NASTY, BRUTISH AND SHORT'.<br>'Gran! , that's not a very charitable thing to say'.<br>'Well someone ought'.<br>'Lay the topsoil, Caesar', said Pompeia, pointing to trailer in drive.<br>'LOAM IS WHERE THE CART IS, no more you skive'.<br>'How will I level, lay straight and true? '<br>'GRAN IS THE MEASURER OF ALL THINGS, she'll show you'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caesar swore when the shovel impacted his toe.<br>'Language', warned Gran.<br>'I CALL A SPADE A SPADE, you know'. <br>A bug lit on his nose, he focussed his sight, <br>too late, 'Ow! , THE MOVING WINGER BITES'.<br>Grumbled as he started to lay the turf, <br>'MESSED UP THE WEEK FOR HAY THAT INHABIT THE EARTH'.<br>'Keep going', urged Gran as Pompeia came to see, <br>'Nay, THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER SODS BEFORE TEA'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to the kitchen, but before he could speak, <br>Pompeia threw up her arms, 'YOU REEK! , YOU REEK! '.<br>'For *@%$'s sake! ', he mumbled.<br> 'Language', warned Gran.<br>'I STINK THEREFORE I DAMN, you old dishpan! '<br>Gran clasped her hands to her chest, most distraught, <br>moaning, 'THE LIFE OF GRAN IS SOLITARY, POOR, <br>NASTY, BRUTISH AND SHORT'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last all was finished AND SO TO BED.<br>'I LAME, I SORE, I BONKERED', he said.<br>Pompeia planned party quite pleased with herself, <br>'Will you mow the lawn? '<br> 'No', he said, 'MOW THYSELF'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They invited Dann over and Ness brought her brother.<br>'Gran, stop smoking, we're all going to smother'.<br>'Shan't', said Gran, 'ONE GOOD BURN PRESERVES A MOTHER'.<br>Ness and Gran just glowered at each other.<br>Ness said, 'My brother mows lawns, that's his van, <br>Caesar, meet BRUTUS, HE'S AN HONOURABLE MAN'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q>
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'midst weeds and grass, he ate a peach.
Pompeia, his wife, found him at last
Palms held up, she delivered a blast.
'Caesar, new lawn is coming today, 
get busy, clear weeds, cut grass, don't play.'.
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