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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay<br>That was built in such a logical way<br>It ran a hundred years to a day.<br>And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,<br>And all that was left was a mound of dust?<br>Holmes -- O. W. -- told it well<br>In a rhyme of his -- what there was to tell --<br>But the one-hoss shay wasn't &quot;one, two, three&quot;<br>With a vehicle once belonged to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hoss? No, sir! Not six nor nine --<br>Twenty there were in this rig of mine!<br>Twenty hosses as tough as rocks,<br>All caged up in a sort of box<br>That stood jist back of the forward wheels!<br>Right! She was one of those automobiles<br>With twenty hosses bottled inside -<br>Hosses that not only pull but ride!<br>Wonder what Holmes would have had to say<br>If the mare had rode in his one-hoss shay!<br>I reckon the shay would have logicked out<br>Before the century rolled about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, this big touring car, I say,<br>Was built just like the one-hoss shay --<br>Some dependable, logical way --<br>Flipflaps, dujabs, wheels and things,<br>Levers, thing-gum-bobs and springs,<br>Hub, and felloe, and hoss-power chest --<br>One part just as strong as the rest;<br>So &quot;logic is logic,&quot; as Holmes would say,<br>And no one part could first give way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wonderful vehicle, you'll admit,<br>With not one flaw in the whole of it;<br>As long as I had it, I declare<br>I hadn't one cent to pay for repair,<br>It couldn't break down because, you see,<br>It was such a logical symphony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now for my tale. We're not so slow<br>These days as a hundred years ago,<br>And it's like enough that the one-hoss shay,<br>Ambling along in its sleepy way,<br>Should creep a century 'thout a break,<br>But nowadays we aim to make<br>A pace that is something like a pace,<br>And if that old shay got in our race<br>It would stand the pressure twenty days<br>And go to the home of played-out shays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Logic is logic.&quot; Just figure this out --<br>For I know just what I'm talking about: --<br>If a one-hoss vehicle, genus shays,<br>Will stand our pressure twenty days,<br>Then, vice versa, a twenty-hoss shay<br>Should stand the pressure just one day; --<br>Well, mine is a logical automobile,<br>From rubber tire to steering wheel.<br>I bought it one morning at just 10.42,<br>And the very next morning what did it do,<br>Right on the second, but up and bust!<br>Talk of the old shay's pile of dust --<br>That's not logical; my mobile<br>Vanished completely! Brass and steel,<br>Iron and wood and rubber tire<br>Went right up in a gush of fire,<br>And in half a minute a gassy smell<br>Was all I had left by which to tell<br>I ever owned a touring car, --<br>And then that vanished, and there you are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">End of my twenty hoss-power shay.<br>Logic is logic. That's all I say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Submitted by John Martin</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ellis+Parker+Butler">Ellis Parker Butler</a><div class=q>
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That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day.
And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,
And all that was left was a mound of dust?
Holmes -- O. W. -- told it well
In a rhyme of his..."></div>
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