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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanley's Plight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Stan came back <br> to work last Monday <br>his tool box <br> wasn’t to be found.<br>Look and look he surely did <br> but it wasn’t on the ground.<br>Yet poor old Stan - did search and search <br> around & round & round.<br>He was a little muddled <br> he probably would be still <br>if Zub he hadn’t seen <br> he would be raging still.<br>When all at once he heard a cry <br> his tools could be found up high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took a ladder and with haste <br> was up it like a race, <br>but when he next looked at that space - <br> the ladder was gone, without a trace.<br>Rant and rave he may as well <br> for Stan could only fume <br>yet it wasn’t long at all my friend <br> until he was on the moon.<br>For there at last his pride and joy <br> among the years of dust and gloom.<br>Now our man Ouggy was no mug <br> though capable of a fierce bear hug.<br>Swiftly he did grasp a length of rope <br> without it even he, was without hope. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around his brown toolbox <br> he tied his knot; <br>and proceeded promptly to lower it down <br> till he had it safely, on the ground.<br>Yet alas, at this stage his luck went sour <br> it was not to be his finest hour.<br>Upon the scene appeared two goons <br> ‘twas lecherous Lewis and his side-kick Craig <br>they were about to steal the stage <br> or should I say, the precious box? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Stan up high still was stuck <br> when they ran off with his hard-won luck.<br>Remembering back I can see it still<br> Stan roaring off like an Elephant Bull <br>chasing lecherous Lewis and sneaky Craig; <br> like a gleeless Elephant Mother <br>chasing off after her missing cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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 to work last Monday 
his tool box 
 wasn’t to be found.
Look and look he surely did 
 but it wasn’t on the ground.
Yet poor old Stan - did search and search 
 around & round & round.
He was a little muddled 
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