<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,<br>I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.<br>Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man<br>But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.<br>I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,<br>I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.<br>I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,<br>But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.<br>I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,<br>I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.<br>I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,<br>I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.<br>I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,<br>I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.<br>I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,<br>But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.<br>Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,<br>No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.<br>I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,<br>But things have decayed in the bustle making trade<br>And what can a bustle maker do?<br>I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,<br>I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.<br>I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,<br>But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.<br>I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,<br>I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.<br>I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,<br>I may have been obtuse and of little other use<br>But I could make a bustle when I chose.<br>I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,<br>I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.<br>I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,<br>          Things have decayed in the bustle making trade<br>                    And that it the truth of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+Barrington">Patrick Barrington</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=476408" data-title="I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls de Patrick Barrington" data-description="When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken., I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then. Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, si..."></div> </div> </div>

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