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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To G. M. W. And G. F. W.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenas—(I love that 'whenas' word—<br>It shows I am a poet, too,)<br>Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred<br>The welkin with his tra-la-loo,<br>He little thought one donkey’s back<br>Would carry thus a double load—<br>Father and son upon one jack,<br>Galumphing down the Tibur Road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old is the tale—Aesop’s, I think—<br>Of that famed miller and his son<br>Whose fortunes were so 'on the blink'<br>They had one donk, and only one;<br>You know the tale—the critic’s squawk<br>(As pater that poor ass bestrode)—<br>'Selfish! To make thy fine son walk!'<br>Perhaps that was on Tibur Road?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will recall how dad got down<br>And made the son the ass bestride:—<br>The critics shouted with a frown:<br>'Shame, boy! pray let thy father ride!'<br>Up got the dad beside the son;<br>The donkey staggered with the load<br>'Poor donk! For shame!' cried every one<br>That walked the (was it?) Tibur Road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know the end! Upon their backs<br>Daddy and son with much ado<br>Boosted that most surprised of jacks,—<br>He kicked, and off the bridge he flew;<br>'He! haw!' A splash! A gurgling sound—<br>A long, last watery abode—<br>In Anio’s stream the donk was drowned—<br>(If this occurred on Tibur Road.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Donkey represent the Odes;<br>The Miller represent G. M.;<br>The Son stand for G. F.; the loads<br>Of Critics—I will do for them.<br>Now, then, this proposition made,<br>(And my bum verses 'Ah’d' and 'Oh’d!').<br>What Q. E. D. can be displayed<br>Anent this 'On the Tibur Road'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First, Horry’s dead and he don’t care,<br>So cancel him, and let him snore;<br>His Donkey has been raised in air<br>So oft he’s tough and calloused o’er;<br>Our Miller—dusty-headed man—<br>Follows the best donk-boosting code:<br>Our Son—dispute it no one can—<br>Sings gaily down the Tibur Road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, then, must be this Critic’s scream:—<br>The donk was boosted well and high,<br>And, ergo! falling in the stream,<br>Isn’t and ain’t and can’t be dry;<br>Nor is your book. Which is to say<br>It is no gloomy episode—<br>You’ve made a dead donk sweetly bray,<br>And joyful is the Tibur Road.</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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It shows I am a poet, too,)
Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred
The welkin with his tra-la-loo,
He little thought one donkey’s back
Would carry thus a double load—
Father and son upon one jack,
Galumphing dow..."></div>
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