<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden Party</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne looked down, <br>from the lofty heights<br>of a right royal nose, <br>and gave him a sneer<br>as she stood on his toes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a right foul oath<br>she shoved him aside, <br>her face was all twisted<br>with her smouldering eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stormed from the garden<br>the maid cried in alarm, <br>as a bowl of lobster soup<br>burned into her arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Anne did not notice<br>Anne did not care.<br>Of what importance was the maid<br>with the raven black hair? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reporter watched in silence<br>amazement followed his frown, <br>a princess so rude<br>he could not understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was real shocked<br>twas quite easy to see, <br>one of princess Anne's tantrums<br>is quite something to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His gape was so foolishly obvious<br>as Anne stormed right on by, <br>when all of a sudden<br>he let out a cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet imagination it wasn't<br>the stinging red mark on his cheek<br>the pain in his knee.<br>While princess Anne chuckled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she departed<br>quite merrily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></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> <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=526994" data-title="The Garden Party de Terence George Craddock" data-description="Anne looked down, from the lofty heights of a right royal nose, and gave him a sneer as she stood on his toes. With a right foul oath she shoved him aside, her face was all twisted with her smouldering eyes. She stormed from the garden the ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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