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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poet And Peer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;<br>The banquet hall was fit and fine,<br> With gracing it a Lord;<br>The poet came; his face was grim<br>To find the place reserved for him<br> Was at the butler's board.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when the gentry called him in,<br>He entered with a knavish grin<br> And sipped a glass of wine;<br>But when they asked would he recite<br>Something of late he'd chanced to write<br> He ettled to decline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with a sly, sardonic look<br>He opened up a little book<br> Containing many a gem;<br>And as they sat in raiment fine,<br>So smug and soused with rosy wine,<br> This verse he read to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You see yon birkie caw'ed a Lord,<br> Who struts and stares an' a' that,<br>Though hundreds worship at his word<br> He's but a coof for a' that.<br>For a' that and a' that,<br> A man's a man for a' that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He pointed at that portly Grace<br>Who glared with apoplectic face,<br> While others stared with gloom;<br>Then having paid them all he owed,<br>Burns, Bard of Homespun, smiled and strode<br> Superbly from the room.</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 banquet hall was fit and fine,
 With gracing it a Lord;
The poet came; his face was grim
To find the place reserved for him
 Was at the butler's board.

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