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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trouble In De Kitchen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot;<br>De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot. <br>Dey slurred each othah's colah an' dey called each othah names,<br>W'ile de coal-oil can des gu-gled, po'in oil erpon de flames.<br>De pot, hit called de skillet des a flat, disfiggered t'ing,<br>An' de skillet 'plied dat all de pot could do was set an' sing,<br>An' he 'lowed dat dey was 'lusions dat he wouldn't stoop to mek<br>'Case he reckernize his juty, an' he had too much at steak.<br>Well, at dis de pot biled ovah, case his tempah gittin' highah,<br>An' de skillet got to sputterin', den de fat was in de fiah.<br>Mistah fiah lay daih smokin' an' a-t'inkin' to hisse'f,<br>W'ile de peppah-box us nudgin' of de gingah on de she'f.<br>Den dey all des lef' hit to 'im, 'bout de trouble an' de talk;<br>An' howevah he decided, w'y dey bofe 'u'd walk de chalk;<br>But de fiah uz so 'sgusted how dey quoil an' dey shout<br>Dat he cooled 'em off, I reckon, w'en he puffed an' des went out.</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=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a></strong></div>

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