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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Griefs of Ancient Gosh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I happened in Gosh on an ancient day,<br>In the land of Glugs far, far away<br>Where the skies are green and the grass is pink<br>And the citizens rarely troubl'd to think.<br>Each had a vote; they were proud of that;<br>But they left all else to the Bureaucrat.<br>Still, of course, such folly never could be<br>In a civilised land this year A.D.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A junior clerk in Department A<br>Sent a requisition in one day<br>For a mousetrap to Department B.<br>This came to the ears of Department C,<br>Whose head said, 'Just a moment please.<br>You control the traps, but we the cheese.'<br>Then Department D chipped in in a trice<br>And cried, 'Checkmate! We control the mice.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then Departments E, F, G, H, I<br>Became involved, and the talk ran high,<br>Till the Livestock Branch got dragged in, too,<br>And the Vermin Board, and I don't know who<br>Besides, till the mousetrap matter grew<br>From a mild dispute 'mid a trifling few<br>To a Public Question so immense<br>That a tax was levied to meet expense.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well, time rolled on, as it ever has rolled<br>And the junior clerk, now bald and old,<br>Received a pink form one fine day<br>Which said, 'One trap, mouse. Passed O.K.'<br>But he answered, this impatient chap,<br>Grown peevish, too, 'Keep your blinkin' trap!<br>For a trap I made from an old jam tin<br>Long since; and I caught my mouse therein.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So an issue rose of a different sort,<br>And they sued the clerk in the State High Court<br>Which sat so long and talked such bosh<br>That a fierce Dictator loomed in Gosh;<br>And he took one long, deep, shuddering breath<br>And condemned that junior clerk to death<br>And then, when they sought the man, they found<br>He had been some twelve years underground.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such is the tale. But, understand<br>It happened in Gosh - a backward land<br>Inhabited then by a race called Glugs,<br>Free-born, with a vote, but mostly mugs<br>For, of course, such nonsense never could be<br>In a modern, model Democracy<br>Like ours. Things never could happen so.<br>Absurd!... Or could they? ...Oh, I don't know.</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>