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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Philiper Flash</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,<br>His intentions were good--but oh, how sad<br>For a person to think<br>How the veriest pink<br>And bloom of perfection may turn out bad.<br>Old Flash himself was a moral man,<br>And prided himself on a moral plan,<br>Of a maxim as old<br>As the calf of gold,<br>Of making that boy do what he was told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And such a good mother had Philiper Flash;<br>Her voice was as soft as the creamy plash<br>Of the milky wave<br>With its musical lave<br>That gushed through the holes of her patent churn-dash;--<br>And the excellent woman loved Philiper so,<br>She could cry sometimes when he stumped his toe,--<br>And she stroked his hair<br>With such motherly care<br>When the dear little angel learned to swear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Flash himself would sometimes say<br>That his wife had 'such a ridiculous way,--<br>She'd, humor that child<br>Till he'd soon be sp'iled,<br>And then there'd be the devil to pay!'<br>And the excellent wife, with a martyr's look,<br>Would tell old Flash himself 'he took<br>No notice at all<br>Of the bright-eyed doll<br>Unless when he spanked him for getting a fall!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Philiper Flash, as time passed by,<br>Grew into 'a boy with a roguish eye':<br>He could smoke a cigar,<br>And seemed by far<br>The most promising youth.--'He's powerful sly,<br>Old Flash himself once told a friend,<br>'Every copper he gets he's sure to spend--<br>And,' said he, 'don't you know<br>If he keeps on so<br>What a crop of wild oats the boy will grow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But his dear good mother knew Philiper's ways<br>So--well, she managed the money to raise;<br>And old Flash himself<br>Was 'laid on the shelf,'<br>(In the manner of speaking we have nowadays).<br>For 'gracious knows, her darling child,<br>If he went without money he'd soon grow wild.'<br>So Philiper Flash<br>With a regular dash<br>'Swung on to the reins,' and went 'slingin' the cash.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As old Flash himself, in his office one day,<br>Was shaving notes in a barberous way,<br>At the hour of four<br>Death entered the door<br>And shaved the note on his life, they say.<br>And he had for his grave a magnificent tomb,<br>Though the venturous finger that pointed 'Gone Home,'<br>Looked white and cold<br>From being so bold,<br>As it feared that a popular lie was told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Philiper Flash was a man of style<br>When he first began unpacking the pile<br>Of the dollars and dimes<br>Whose jingling chimes<br>Had clinked to the tune of his father's smile;<br>And he strewed his wealth with such lavish hand,<br>His rakish ways were the talk of the land,<br>And gossipers wise<br>Sat winking their eyes<br>(A certain foreboding of fresh surprise).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A 'fast young man' was Philiper Flash,<br>And wore 'loud clothes' and a weak mustache,<br>And 'done the Park,'<br>For an 'afternoon lark,'<br>With a very fast horse of 'remarkable dash.'<br>And Philiper handled a billiard-cue<br>About as well as the best he knew,<br>And used to say<br>'He could make it pay<br>By playing two or three games a day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Philiper Flash was his mother's joy,<br>He seemed to her the magic alloy<br>That made her glad,<br>When her heart was sad,<br>With the thought that 'she lived for her darling boy.'<br>His dear good mother wasn't aware<br>How her darling boy relished a 'tare.'--<br>She said 'one night<br>He gave her a fright<br>By coming home late and ACTING tight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Philiper Flash, on a winterish day,<br>Was published a bankrupt, so they say--<br>And as far as I know<br>I suppose it was so,<br>For matters went on in a singular way;<br>His excellent mother, I think I was told,<br>Died from exposure and want and cold;<br>And Philiper Flash,<br>With a horrible slash,<br>Whacked his jugular open and went to smash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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His intentions were good--but oh, how sad
For a person to think
How the veriest pink
And bloom of perfection may turn out bad.
Old Flash himself was a moral man,
And prided himself on a moral plan,
Of a ma..."></div>
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