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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary Toodle-Pip</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary slammed her old phone down with a bang.<br>Her neatly-pressed gingham dress swirled and shook<br>As she whirled around, 'DANG! '<br>'The Mobile Home Ombudsman is not in, ' 'The schnook! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Always the same. They think they can ignore me? '<br>She laced her boots and jammed on her red hat.<br>Her thin, angular body quivered. 'We'll see.<br>I'm going to the state capitol. DRAT! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train rattled and whistled all the while.<br>It puffed and snorted, and so did Mary, <br>Angrily clutching her mobile home file.<br>'My tax pays his salary. Glory be! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she arrived, she plopped down in a taxi.<br>'I'm sorry lady, I'm waiting for my fare.'<br>' You just got a fare to the capitol! '<br>He started up when he saw her glare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, a beautiful well-groomed receptionist<br>said, 'I'm sorry, he is not in today, '<br>while daintily drooping her well-shaped wrist.<br>'Or any day, ' Mary snapped, 'if I may say.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's lunchtime, ' the lady said, and she left.<br>No one was around. Mary opened his door.<br>In the dark, he was sleeping at his desk.<br>She touched him. 'Now see here! ' He fell to the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He's dead, ' she thought. 'And nobody missed him! <br>No wonder he never answered my calls.'<br>She heard the recording, '...is not in...'<br>Mary didn't know if she should laugh or bawl! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dug out a votive candle she once bought.<br>She lit it, and placed it by his head.<br>From her hat, she plucked a flower. It caught<br>The candle's flicker. He seemed asleep in bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She taped a large poster board to his door: <br>Elegy to a Mobile Home Ombudsman<br>Sleep in peace, my dear man.<br>We'll all get on a best we can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PS To the staff, if you please, <br> SOME ONE send my mobile<br> home registration to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Naylor">Mary Naylor</a><div class=q>
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