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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Discontented Sugar Broker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gentleman of City fame<br>Now claims your kind attention;<br>East India broking was his game,<br>His name I shall not mention:<br>No one of finely-pointed sense<br>Would violate a confidence,<br>And shall I go<br>And do it? No!<br>His name I shall not mention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a trusty wife and true,<br>And very cosy quarters,<br>A manager, a boy or two,<br>Six clerks, and seven porters.<br>A broker must be doing well<br>(As any lunatic can tell)<br>Who can employ<br>An active boy,<br>Six clerks, and seven porters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His knocker advertised no dun,<br>No losses made him sulky,<br>He had one sorrow - only one -<br>He was extremely bulky.<br>A man must be, I beg to state,<br>Exceptionally fortunate<br>Who owns his chief<br>And only grief<br>Is - being very bulky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;This load,&quot; he'd say, &quot;I cannot bear;<br>I'm nineteen stone or twenty!<br>Henceforward I'll go in for air<br>And exercise in plenty.&quot;<br>Most people think that, should it come,<br>They can reduce a bulging tum<br>To measures fair<br>By taking air<br>And exercise in plenty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In every weather, every day,<br>Dry, muddy, wet, or gritty,<br>He took to dancing all the way<br>From Brompton to the City.<br>You do not often get the chance<br>Of seeing sugar brokers dance<br>From their abode<br>In Fulham Road<br>Through Brompton to the City.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He braved the gay and guileless laugh<br>Of children with their nusses,<br>The loud uneducated chaff<br>Of clerks on omnibuses.<br>Against all minor things that rack<br>A nicely-balanced mind, I'll back<br>The noisy chaff<br>And ill-bred laugh<br>Of clerks on omnibuses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His friends, who heard his money chink,<br>And saw the house he rented,<br>And knew his wife, could never think<br>What made him discontented.<br>It never entered their pure minds<br>That fads are of eccentric kinds,<br>Nor would they own<br>That fat alone<br>Could make one discontented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Your riches know no kind of pause,<br>Your trade is fast advancing;<br>You dance - but not for joy, because<br>You weep as you are dancing.<br>To dance implies that man is glad,<br>To weep implies that man is sad;<br>But here are you<br>Who do the two -<br>You weep as you are dancing!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mania soon got noised about<br>And into all the papers;<br>His size increased beyond a doubt<br>For all his reckless capers:<br>It may seem singular to you,<br>But all his friends admit it true -<br>The more he found<br>His figure round,<br>The more he cut his capers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His bulk increased - no matter that -<br>He tried the more to toss it -<br>He never spoke of it as &quot;fat,&quot;<br>But &quot;adipose deposit.&quot;<br>Upon my word, it seems to me<br>Unpardonable vanity<br>(And worse than that)<br>To call your fat<br>An &quot;adipose deposit.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length his brawny knees gave way,<br>And on the carpet sinking,<br>Upon his shapeless back he lay<br>And kicked away like winking.<br>Instead of seeing in his state<br>The finger of unswerving Fate,<br>He laboured still<br>To work his will,<br>And kicked away like winking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His friends, disgusted with him now,<br>Away in silence wended -<br>I hardly like to tell you how<br>This dreadful story ended.<br>The shocking sequel to impart,<br>I must employ the limner's art -<br>If you would know,<br>This sketch will show<br>How his exertions ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MORAL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate to preach - I hate to prate -<br>- I'm no fanatic croaker,<br>But learn contentment from the fate<br>Of this East India broker.<br>He'd everything a man of taste<br>Could ever want, except a waist;<br>And discontent<br>His size anent,<br>And bootless perseverance blind,<br>Completely wrecked the peace of mind<br>Of this East India broker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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Now claims your kind attention;
East India broking was his game,
His name I shall not mention:
No one of finely-pointed sense
Would violate a confidence,
And shall I go
And do it? No!
His name I shall not mention.

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