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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Happy Flatite</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three.<br>At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he.<br>He had a wife and numerous kids. We heard then rip and cuss,<br>Some three feet and a quarter off, across the hall from us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the Barley boys broke out, and ended up in fight,<br>Or when the Barley baby read the Riot Act at night,<br>And on their balcony their cat put up an eerie moan,<br>The fearful Barley family might as well have been our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Barley after parting with some others of the ilk<br>Came panting up the narrow stairs, and drank our jug of milk,<br>Then broke out at his missus, and as fiercely answered she –<br>Where was the great advantage of our marked sobriety?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Barley bedded early he would shake the common floor<br>And fill the gulf of night with an intolerable snore,<br>And people in the other wing at us their bluchers threw –<br>What good if we slept soft as snow and silent as the dew?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Barley when unoccupied would fill my study chair,<br>And utilise much time, and take up space I could not spare,<br>To tell me of the deeds he’d done, his drinkings deep and vast,<br>And ladies who had loved him in his sanguinary past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mrs. Barley dropped in – in the morning, as a rule –<br>And stayed till lunch and chattered like a ladies’ boarding-school.<br>Then she borrowed bread and onions, and wondered if she might<br>Leave her little Willie with us. She was going out till night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our little flat’s forsaken; we have left St. Kilda road;<br>We knew not where to go to, and we haven’t an abode;<br>But no flat in any building that we’d suffered in was worth<br>The comfort of a camp-out. So we’re flat upon the earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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