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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Expert and The Apricot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The orchardist, with hope aglow,<br>Sets out a crop of fruit to grow<br>And sell it wisely where he can,<br>Like any other business man;<br>And he strives to make a contract fair and free.<br>But, 'Fie!' exclaims the Government,<br>'Have we not experts heaven-sent<br>Who, by their schemes an shrewd advice,<br>Will win you twice the market price?'<br>(And the bloom begins to burgeon on the tree.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, lo, with docket and with file,<br>The studious experts toy the while.<br>With rain and sun, the season goes,<br>The blossom falls, the fruit it grows<br>As bureaucrats debate and disagree.<br>They look up section forty-two<br>And regulation Seven Q<br>All eagerly upon the scent<br>Of written rule and precedent.<br>(And the apricot is hardening on the tree.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The orchardist toils in the sun;<br>He prunes and delves; and, one by one<br>The trees are sprayed with Parls Green,<br>Or, mayhap, soap or kerosene,<br>Or some vile mixture dear to chemistry.<br>Meantime, a sale the experts seek,<br>Not hurriedly, all in a week,<br>But in a manner dignified,<br>As fits such men of knowledge wide.<br>(And the apricot is ripening on the tree.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gravely they ponder this and that,<br>While buyers wait upon the mat;<br>And, as the smiling autumn comes,<br>They chew their pens and suck their thumbs.<br>And argue over Section Ninety D,<br>And while the harried orchardist<br>Grieves for the market that he missed.<br>They suddenly wake up and say:<br>'We have agreed at last! Hooray!'<br>(But the apricot is rotting 'neath the tree.)</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>

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