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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In New Orleans</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell<br>The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;<br>So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing<br>Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-<br>No lyric pitched in vaunting key, but just a requiem<br>Of blowing twenty dollars in by nine o'clock a.m.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let critic folk the poet's use of vulgar slang upbraid,<br>But, when I'm speaking by the card, I call a spade a spade;<br>And I, who have been touched of that same mania, myself,<br>Am well aware that, when it comes to parting with his pelf,<br>The curio collector is so blindly lost in sin<br>That he doesn't spend his money-he simply blows it in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Royal street (near Conti) there's a lovely curio-shop,<br>And there, one balmy, fateful morn, it was my chance to stop;<br>To stop was hesitation-in a moment I was lost-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That<br>kind of hesitation does not hesitate at cost!<br>I spied a pewter tankard there, and, my! it was a gem-<br>And the clock in old St. Louis told the hour of eight a.m.!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three quaint Bohemian bottles, too, of yellow and of green,<br>Cut in archaic fashion that I ne'er before had seen;<br>A lovely, hideous platter wreathed about with pink and rose,<br>With its curious depression into which the gravy flows;<br>Two dainty silver salts-oh, there was no resisting <br>them<br>-<br>And I'd blown in twenty dollars by nine o'clock a. m.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With twenty dollars, one who is a prudent man, indeed,<br>Can buy the wealth of useful things his wife and children need;<br>Shoes, stockings, knickerbockers, gloves, bibs, nursing-bottles, caps,<br>A gown-<br>the<br>gown for which his spouse too long has pined, perhaps!<br>These and ten thousand other spectres harrow and condemn<br>The man who's blown in twenty by nine o'clock a.m.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, mean advantage conscience takes (and one that I abhor!)<br>In asking one this question: 'What <br>did<br>you buy it for?'<br>Why doesn't conscience ply its blessed trade <br>before<br>the act,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before<br>one's cussedness becomes a bald, accomplished fact-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before<br>one's fallen victim to the Tempter's stratagem<br>And blown in twenty dollars by nine o'clock a.m.?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! now that the deed is done, how penitent I am!<br>I <br>was<br>a roaring lion-behold a bleating lamb!<br>I've packed and shipped those precious things to that more precious wife<br>Who shares with our sweet babes the strange vicissitudes of life,<br>While he who, in his folly, gave up his store of wealth<br>Is far away, and means to keep his distance-for his health!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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