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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Anguish Of Arthur's blighted breath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold, solitary, Arther, now a middle aged man, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lived alone with his cat called'Alice'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And drove a small white van</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Plagued by diffidence and hallitosis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Afflicted by neurosis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Arther walked the streets alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Friends that he had known at school</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Had left him stranded by year nine</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He told his mother everything was 'fine'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> His favourite word to cover up the hurt</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He failed to find a wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or even flirt</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> While all his friends were married, mortgaged, and insured</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Arther sat alone in cafes being 'ignored'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  By all the lovers, friends, and families</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Once he recalled he nearly kissed a girl called 'emily'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  But as he drew near to plant a pecker on her cheek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  She recoiled in horror at his green teeth, and cried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  'Did you eat an onion for your tea? something smells </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  rotten, and I know it isn't me! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  One childhood trauma that had left deep scars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  So Arther turned his attention to his cat, and car</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And played bingo every wednesday week at nine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The number caller was called Doris, she was thirty nine, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And over drinks and crisps she asked him out to dine, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Flustered feeling awkward he replied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  'That's fine! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Though she was a midget with a nervous tick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He resolved to kiss her on the date and get it over quick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Before she got a whiff of his disgusting breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And put an end to his last chance at happiness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  But Doris was endowed with potent olifactory sense</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  She's smelt him from a hundred yards but gave no hint</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And as he bent down to kiss her, she shoved in a mint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  They were married in a shower of aromatic bliss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And joyful Arther, forever sucked upon a peppermint! !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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 Lived alone with his cat called'Alice'

 And drove a small white van

 Plagued by diffidence and hallitosis

 Afflicted by neurosis

 Arther walked the streets alone.

 Friends that he had known at..."></div>
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