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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tables Turned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over the man the street car ran,<br>And the driver did never grin.<br>'O killer of men, pray tell me when<br>Your laughter means to begin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Ten years to a day I've observed you slay,<br>And I never have missed before<br>Your jubilant peals as your crunching wheels<br>Were spattered with human gore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Why is it, my boy, that you smother your joy,<br>And why do you make no sign<br>Of the merry mind that is dancing behind<br>A solemner face than mine?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The driver replied: 'I would laugh till I cried<br>If I had bisected you;<br>But I'd like to explain, if I can for the pain,<br>'T is myself that I've cut in two.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a></strong></div>

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