<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In A/C With Ghosts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can shuffle and scuffle and scold, <br>You can rattle the knockers and knobs, <br>Or batter the doorsteps with buckets of gold <br>Till the Deputy-Governor sobs. <br>You can sneak up a suitable plank <br>In a frantic endeavor to see— <br>But what do they do in the Commonwealth Bank <br>When the Big Door bangs at Three? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen in the cellars, listen in the vaults, <br>Can’t you hear the tellers turning somersaults? <br>Can’t you hear the spectres of inspectors and directors <br>Dancing with the phantoms in a Dead Man’s Waltz? <br>Some are ghosts of nabobs, poverty and stray bobs, <br>Midas and his mistress, Mammon and his wife; <br>Other ones are sentries, guarding double entries, <br>Long-forgotten, double-dealing, troubled double-life. <br>Down among the pass-books, money lent and spent, <br>Down among the forests of the Four Per Cent., <br>Where the ledgers meet and moulder, and the overdrafts grow older, <br>And the phantoms shrug a shoulder when you ask ’em for the rent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are bogies of Grandfather’s cheques, <br>They are spectres of buried accounts, <br>They are crinoline sweethearts with pearls on their necks, <br>Demanding enormous amounts. <br>They are payment for suppers and flowers, <br>For diamonds to banish a tear, <br>For sweet, pretty ladies in opulent hours . . . <br>And tombstones . . . and bailiffs . . . and beer . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the bowels of the bank, the ledgers lie rank upon rank, <br>The debts of the ages come out of their pages, <br>The bones of old loans creak and clank— <br>Oh, if you could peep through the door <br>To day at a Quarter Past Four, <br>You’d find all the ghosts at their usual posts, <br>And you wouldn’t sign cheques any more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Slessor">Kenneth Slessor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429734" data-title="In A/C With Ghosts de Kenneth Slessor" data-description="You can shuffle and scuffle and scold, You can rattle the knockers and knobs, Or batter the doorsteps with buckets of gold Till the Deputy-Governor sobs. You can sneak up a suitable plank In a frantic endeavor to see— But what do they do i..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black