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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Taoiseach’s New Clothes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(or How the Celtic Tiger Became Extinct) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago, when the Taoiseach<br>once again didn’t know what to do, <br>his advisors came up with an answer<br>and brought him to Dublin Zoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a cage which he thought was empty<br>they stopped. ‘Now here’s our surprise: <br>he’s called the Celtic Tiger<br>and can only be seen by the wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Just look at his beautiful pelage, <br>his clear eyes and strong sturdy neck -<br>you will see that in no time or faster<br>he’ll get things on this isle back on track.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And people came from the four corners<br>of the world to see and festoon<br>the Tiger that came out of nowhere<br>and was to return there quite soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘How he’s grinding that bone like a cupcake! ’ -<br>‘My gosh, what a beautiful brute! ’ –<br>‘Watch, he’s dancing the tarantella<br>in a skirt on two paws; ain’t he cute? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Tiger grew bigger and stronger, <br>and soon he came of age.<br>‘He’s been growing a lot’, said the keeper, <br>‘and he’ll need a bigger cage.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘He is right’, the advisors admitted.<br>‘I think I will give it a miss’, <br>said the Taoiseach. ‘He’s only a keeper, <br>what the hell would he know about this? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, on the following morning, <br>the keeper was hanging his head, <br>and he went to the Taoiseach and told him: <br>‘I’m afraid the Tiger is dead! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘That can’t be’, cried the Taoiseach and hurried<br>to the cage where he asked for the key<br>and leaned over his pet and caressed him: <br>‘Quick, bring me an AED! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The keeper looked slightly bewildered<br>and lit a cigarette: <br>‘With his head being cut off so neatly, <br>I can’t see much point in that.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The advisors soon found a solution: <br>‘If you wear his fur as your new<br>cloak I’m sure you’ll convince all your voters<br>that his power has passed on to you! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the Taoiseach called tailors and watched them<br>sew, gather, embroider and soak<br>it in spirit of turpentine, anxious<br>to try out his amazing new cloak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He first wore it to Mass on a Sunday<br>where some loyal supporters did perch<br>on the wall, donned their heads and saluted<br>as the Taoiseach entered the church.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as he sat down for the service, <br>a girl pulled her mother aside: <br>‘Look Mum, the Taoiseach is naked! ’, <br>and everyone laughed till they cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+L.+Ludwig">Frank L. Ludwig</a><div class=q>
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A long time ago, when the Taoiseach
once again didn’t know what to do, 
his advisors came up with an answer
and brought him to Dublin Zoo.

At a cage which he thought was empty
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