john3859
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Wysłany: Wto 13:30, 22 Lut 2011 Temat postu: D'ye tink my nerfs and bons can't feel |
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Although a utensil of much tenuity
In place of something solidit will stand
For verily I've marveled times enow
To see an Englishmanthe ninny
Give people for their services a guinea
Which Frenchmen have rewarded with a bow.
Bows are a bit of bienseance
Much practiced too in that same France
Yet called by Quakerschildren of inanity
But as they pay their court to people's vanity
Like rolling-pins they smooth where er they go
The souls and faces of mankind like dough [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
With someindeedmay bienseance prevail
To folly--see the under-written tale:
THE PETIT MAITREAND THE MAN ON THE WHEEL
At Paris some time sincea murdering man
A Germanand a most unlucky chap
Sadstumbling at the threshold of his plan
Fell into Justice's strong trap
The bungler was condemned to grace the wheel
On which the dullest fibers learn to feel
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His limbs secundum artem to be broke
Amid ten thousand peopleperhapsor more;
Whenever Monsieur Ketch applied a stroke
The culpritlike a bullock made a roar.
A flippant petit maitre skipping by
Stepped up to him and checked him for his cry--
Bohl
quoth the Germanan't I 'pon de wheel?
D'ye tink my nerfs and bons can't feel?
Sir quot
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