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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508291" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Domestic Scene</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit,<br>The family sat in its glow;<br>The Mother never ceased to knit,<br>The Daughter never slacked to sew;<br>The Father read his evening news,<br>The Son was playing solitaire:<br>If peace a happy home could choose<br>I'm sure you'd swear that it was there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BUT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mother:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ah me! this hard lump in my breast . . .<br>Old Doctor Brown I went to see;<br>Because it don't give me no rest,<br>He fears it may malignant be.<br>To operate it might be well,<br>And keep the evil of awhile;<br>But oh the folks I dare not tell,<br>And so I sit and knit and smile.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Father:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The mortgage on the house is due,<br>My bank account is overdrawn;<br>I'm at my wits end what to do -<br>I've plunged, but now my hope is gone.<br>For coverage my brokers call,<br>But I'm so deeply in the red . . .<br>If ever I should lose my all,<br>I'll put a bullet in my head.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Daughter:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To smile I do the best I can,<br>But it's so hard to act up gay.<br>My lover is a married man,<br>And now his child is on the way.<br>My plight I cannot long conceal,<br>And though I bear their bitter blame,<br>Unto my dears I must reveal<br>My sin, my sorrow and my shame.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Son:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Being a teller in a Bank<br>I'd no right in a blackjack game.<br>But for my ruin I must thank<br>My folly for a floozie dame.<br>To face the Manager I quail;<br>If he should check my cash I'm sunk . . .<br>Before they throw me into gaol<br>I guess I'd better do a bunk.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sat they in the Winter eve<br>In sweet serenity becalmed,<br>So peaceful you could scarce believe<br>They shared the torments of the damned . . .<br>Yet there the Mother smiles and knits;<br>The Daughter sews white underwear;<br>The Father reads and smokes and spits,<br>While Sonny Boy plays solitaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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The family sat in its glow;
The Mother never ceased to knit,
The Daughter never slacked to sew;
The Father read his evening news,
The Son was playing solitaire:
If peace a happy home could choose
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