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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455455" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Recumbent Posture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day after Christmas, young Albert<br>Were what's called, confined to his bed,<br>With a tight kind of pain in his stummick<br>And a light feeling up in his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His parents were all in a fluster<br>When they saw little lad were so sick,<br>They said, 'Put out your tongue!', When they'd seen it<br>They said, 'Put it back again - quick!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ma made him a basin of gruel,<br>But that were a move for the worse;<br>Though the little lad tried hard to eat it,<br>At the finish he did the reverse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain showed no signs of abating,<br>So at last they got Doctor to call.<br>He said it were in the ab-domain<br>And not in the stummick at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sent up a bottle of physick,<br>With instructions on t' label to say,<br>'To be taken in a recumbent posture,<br>One teaspoon, three times a day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Ma stood there reading the label<br>Pa started to fidget about.<br>He said 'Get a teaspoon and dose him,<br>Before he gets better without.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I can manage the teaspoon' said Mother<br>A look of distress on her face.<br>'It's this 'ere recumbent posture...<br>I haven't got one in the place.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said Pa, 'What about Mrs Lupton?..<br>Next door 'ere - you'd better ask her;<br>A woman who's buried three husbands<br>Is sure to have one of them there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they went round and asked Mrs Lupton,<br>'Aye, I know what you mean,' she replied,<br>'I 'ad one on order for 'Orace,<br>But poor dear got impatient and died.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said, 'You'd best try the Co-Op shop,<br>They'll have one in stock I dare say;<br>' Fact I think I saw one in the winder<br>Last time I was passing that way.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So round they went to the Co-Op shop,<br>And at the counter for household supplies;<br>Pa asked for a recumbent posture<br>And the shopman said 'Yes sir... what size?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said Ma, 'It's for our little Albert,<br>I don't know what size he would use,<br>I know he takes thirteen in collars,<br>And sixes, four fittings, in shoes.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If it's little lads size as you're wanting,'<br>Said the shopman, 'I'm sorry to say,<br>We nobbut had one in the building,<br>And that one were sold yesterday.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sent them across to a tin-smith,<br>Who said, 'I know what you've in mind;<br>If you'll draw me a pattern, I'll make one.'<br>But Pa'd left his pencil behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tried every shop they could think of,<br>They walked for two hours by the clock,<br>And though most places reckoned to keep them,<br>They'd none of them got one in stock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last place they tried was the chemist,<br>He looked at them both with a frown.<br>And told them a recumbent posture<br>Were Latin, and meant lying down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It means 'Lying down' - put in Latin<br>Said Father, 'That's just what I thowt.'<br>Then he picked up a side-glance from Mother,<br>And pretended he hadn't said nowt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They're not dosing my lad with Latin.'<br>Said Mother, her face looking grim,<br>'Just plain Castor Oil's all he's getting<br>And I'm leaving the posture to him.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marriott+Edgar">Marriott Edgar</a><div class=q>
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Were what's called, confined to his bed,
With a tight kind of pain in his stummick
And a light feeling up in his head.

His parents were all in a fluster
When they saw little lad were so sick,
They said, 'Put ..."></div>
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