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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades the Butcher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mr Blades, the butcher, was a large and beefy man,<br>'Best him at a cattle deal,' 'twas said, 'no other can.'<br>He ate a lot and drank a lot and had a lot to say,<br>And he jollied all the ladies in his large and airy way.<br>His family was numerous, and helped him in 'the trade,'<br>And townsfolk had a deal to say of money what they made.<br>But Mr Blades just went his way, and had his bit of fun;<br>And joked about his appetite, his girth, or else his 'run.' </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His 'run' - a stretch of scrubland at the back of Connor's place -<br>Was a joke about the district; for it did not bear a trace<br>Of building or improvement. Yet some said Mr Blades<br>Had ambitions as a squatter, and a secret scorn for 'trades' . . .<br>Then the cattle duffers started in the district. Connors raved,<br>But folk said it was wonderful how Mr Blades behaved.<br>Tho' he lost a hundred stores one night. But soon began the rows<br>When people in the town began to lose domestic cows.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Police surprised the gang one night out in the mulga shades,<br>And took the lot, red-handed, with their leader - Mr Blades.<br>Of course, the trial stirred our town, as nothing's stirred it since;<br>But when bad Blades got 'three years hard,' he did not even wince.<br>His family still strove to carry on the butcher's shop,<br>For folk refused to pay them, and demanded with some heat:<br>'Think you can charge for selling us our milkers back as meat?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Mr Blades came out of goal, he did not seem ashamed;<br>A little thinner now, perhaps, but not the least bit tamed.<br>He told the folk he'd paid his debts, and so, by gum, should they.<br>So he summoned all his debtors, and his debtors had to pay.<br>'For our own thieved and slaughtered cows!' wailed these bewildered folk.<br>But Mr Blades, the butcher, had his last and richest joke,<br>And, on the day he left the town, people who saw him said<br>He looked the picture of content - so beefy, large, and red.</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=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>