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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ben Allah Achmet, or, the Fatal Tum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once did know a Turkish man<br>Whom I upon a two-pair-back met,<br>His name it was EFFENDI KHAN<br>BACKSHEESH PASHA BEN ALLAH ACHMET.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A DOCTOR BROWN I also knew -<br>I've often eaten of his bounty;<br>The Turk and he they lived at Hooe,<br>In Sussex, that delightful county!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew a nice young lady there,<br>Her name was EMILY MACPHERSON,<br>And though she wore another's hair,<br>She was an interesting person.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Turk adored the maid of Hooe<br>(Although his harem would have shocked her).<br>But BROWN adored that maiden too:<br>He was a most seductive doctor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'd follow her where'er she'd go -<br>A course of action most improper;<br>She neither knew by sight, and so<br>For neither of them cared a copper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BROWN did not know that Turkish male,<br>He might have been his sainted mother:<br>The people in this simple tale<br>Are total strangers to each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day that Turk he sickened sore,<br>And suffered agonies oppressive;<br>He threw himself upon the floor<br>And rolled about in pain excessive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It made him moan, it made him groan,<br>And almost wore him to a mummy.<br>Why should I hesitate to own<br>That pain was in his little tummy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length a doctor came, and rung<br>(As ALLAH ACHMET had desired),<br>Who felt his pulse, looked up his tongue,<br>And hemmed and hawed, and then inquired:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Where is the pain that long has preyed<br>Upon you in so sad a way, sir?&quot;<br>The Turk he giggled, blushed, and said:<br>I don't exactly like to say, sir.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Come, nonsense!&quot; said good DOCTOR BROWN.<br>&quot;So this is Turkish coyness, is it?<br>You must contrive to fight it down -<br>Come, come, sir, please to be explicit.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Turk he shyly bit his thumb,<br>And coyly blushed like one half-witted,<br>&quot;The pain is in my little tum,&quot;<br>He, whispering, at length admitted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then take you this, and take you that -<br>Your blood flows sluggish in its channel -<br>You must get rid of all this fat,<br>And wear my medicated flannel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You'll send for me when you're in need -<br>My name is BROWN - your life I've saved it.&quot;<br>&quot;My rival!&quot; shrieked the invalid,<br>And drew a mighty sword and waved it:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;This to thy weazand, Christian pest!&quot;<br>Aloud the Turk in frenzy yelled it,<br>And drove right through the doctor's chest<br>The sabre and the hand that held it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blow was a decisive one,<br>And DOCTOR BROWN grew deadly pasty,<br>&quot;Now see the mischief that you've done -<br>You Turks are so extremely hasty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There are two DOCTOR BROWNS in Hooe -<br>HE'S short and stout, I'M tall and wizen;<br>You've been and run the wrong one through,<br>That's how the error has arisen.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The accident was thus explained,<br>Apologies were only heard now:<br>&quot;At my mistake I'm really pained -<br>I am, indeed - upon my word now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;With me, sir, you shall be interred,<br>A mausoleum grand awaits me.&quot;<br>&quot;Oh, pray don't say another word,<br>I'm sure that more than compensates me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But p'r'aps, kind Turk, you're full inside?&quot;<br>&quot;There's room,&quot; said he, &quot;for any number.&quot;<br>And so they laid them down and died.<br>In proud Stamboul they sleep their slumber.</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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His name it was EFFENDI KHAN
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A DOCTOR BROWN I also knew -
I've often eaten of his bounty;
The Turk and he they lived at Hooe,
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