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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song against Grocers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">God made the wicked Grocer<br>For a mystery and a sign,<br>That men might shun the awful shops<br>And go to inns to dine;<br>Where the bacon's on the rafter<br>And the wine is in the wood,<br>And God that made good laughter<br>Has seen that they are good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evil-hearted Grocer<br>Would call his mother &quot;Ma'am,&quot;<br>And bow at her and bob at her,<br>Her aged soul to damn,<br>And rub his horrid hands and ask<br>What article was next<br>Though MORTIS IN ARTICULO<br>Should be her proper text.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His props are not his children,<br>But pert lads underpaid,<br>Who call out &quot;Cash!&quot; and bang about<br>To work his wicked trade;<br>He keeps a lady in a cage<br>Most cruelly all day,<br>And makes her count and calls her &quot;Miss&quot;<br>Until she fades away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The righteous minds of innkeepers<br>Induce them now and then<br>To crack a bottle with a friend<br>Or treat unmoneyed men,<br>But who hath seen the Grocer<br>Treat housemaids to his teas<br>Or crack a bottle of fish sauce<br>Or stand a man a cheese?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sells us sands of Araby<br>As sugar for cash down;<br>He sweeps his shop and sells the dust<br>The purest salt in town,<br>He crams with cans of poisoned meat<br>Poor subjects of the King,<br>And when they die by thousands<br>Why, he laughs like anything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wicked Grocer groces<br>In spirits and in wine,<br>Not frankly and in fellowship<br>As men in inns do dine;<br>But packed with soap and sardines<br>And carried off by grooms,<br>For to be snatched by Duchesses<br>And drunk in dressing-rooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hell-instructed Grocer<br>Has a temple made of tin,<br>And the ruin of good innkeepers<br>Is loudly urged therein;<br>But now the sands are running out<br>From sugar of a sort,<br>The Grocer trembles; for his time,<br>Just like his weight, is short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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For a mystery and a sign,
That men might shun the awful shops
And go to inns to dine;
Where the bacon's on the rafter
And the wine is in the wood,
And God that made good laughter
Has seen that they are good.

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