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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Repaired</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hauled I was from out the tip <br>Fritz made with his demonstration, <br>All broke up, a fractured hip <br>In me Darby Kell a rip <br>Settn' up a cool sensation <br>Like excessive ventilation </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One 'and cluttered up a treat- <br>On me oath you wouldn't know it <br>From a 'andsome plate of meat. <br>They had sorter pied me feet, <br>And a bullet of the foe hit <br>Where no decent bloke could show it. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Arf a year they've botched me now; <br>Ev'ry scientific schemer <br>In the cor' has faked me prow, <br>Soled 'n' heeled a bloke somehow- <br>Gawd, the last one was a screamer. <br>Wirin' up me flamin' femur! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Comes a guy and pipes you square, <br>Gogglin' at you through his glasses, <br>Swings you in the barber's chair, <br>Tilts you this end up with care, <br>Lets you have a whiff of gasses <br>Chattin' off-hand with the lasses. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then he slices clean 'n' swift, <br>Like a cobbler cuts his leather, <br>Gives the splintered knob a lift- <br>S'elp me tater, it's a gift <br>How they glues you all together, <br>Sayin' it's bin nicer weather! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Surgeon wipes his 'ands, a verse <br>Chort1e softly as he pitches <br>Probes and sponges to the nurse, <br>Thinks the lunch might have bin worse; <br>Close your little gap he hitches, <br>Whistlin' as he jabs the stitches. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'm caught in with fiddle-strings, <br>Stuck about with bits 'n' patches, <br>Fixed with ligatures 'n' springs, <br>Lath 'n' plastered, swung in slings <br>Skewered with little wooden matches, <br>Hung with hinges, knobs 'n' latches. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Till I lay behind me screen, <br>Serious 'n' sober one day, <br>Satisfied 'n' all serene, <br>'Arf a man 'n' 'arf machine <br>What they winds up ev'ry Monday <br>'N' it tilts all ways by Sunday. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Ome again I'll come, a neat, <br>Semi-autymatic loafer, <br>Number up, 'n' all complete, <br>Creakin' round on Collins Street, <br>With a licence (which I'll owe for) <br>My own car and my own shofer!</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=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a></strong></div>