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The Unknown Citizen

W. H. Auden - 1907-1973

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be

One against whom there was no official complaint,

And all the reports on his conduct agree

That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,

For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.

Except for the War till the day he retired

He worked in a factory and never got fired,

But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.

Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,

For his Union reports that he paid his dues,

(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)

And our Social Psychology workers found

That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.

The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day

And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.

Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,

And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.

Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare

He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan

And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,

A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content

That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;

When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.

He was married and added five children to the population,

Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.

And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:

Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

From Another Time by W. H. Auden, published by Random House.
Copyright © 1940 W. H. Auden.
 
Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat,
The more you toot!

B. Simpson
 
Where ere you are,
where ere you be,
the pinch of a fart.
was the death of me.
 
I'm not sure this thread is going the way Markjay had hoped :p

Lets get back to real literature please lads.

A man may break a word with you sire, and words are but wind.

Ay , and break it in your face , so he break it not behind.

Dromio:


A comedy of errors. by W Shakespear.
 
The only poem I’ve ever been able to memorise, thanks Lewis.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
 
There once was a man from Nantucket...
 
Twas on the good ship Venus
By god you should have seen us.,.............
 
Oh stands the clock at ten to three.
And is it fish and chips for tea?
(Taken from inside the Dunchurch chippy)
 

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And you'll NEVER guess what she's doing !

Sorry Markjay, looks like we've all lost it !
 
Only poem I can remember was taught at Junior School age 11 and can only remember my bit :D

As it's seasonal

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the Chimney with care
In hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.

That was my bit, could easy look the rest up, but thats cheating lol

Oh. Clement Moore
 

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