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C J Dennis - The CrisisC J Dennis - The Crisis
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Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned,   And his frown was ill to see. "Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake?   Stands `And` where `Or` should be? Be such the case, this land`s disgrace   Shall shame our House no more. Gadzooks, and by my halidame! Call members hence, so our fair name Be purged and shriven of ill-fame   And `And` give place to `Or`!" From divers nooks, with guilty looks,   The mumbling members came; With wimpering wails they gnawed their nails   And slunk in snivelling shame; From party rooms, as from dank tombs,   From crypt and corridor. The Speaker boomed, with beetling brow: "Yours was the sin! And, here and now, I bid ye kneel and make the vow   To change yon `And` to `Or`!" They bore the Mace from its resting place   In the dungeon `neath the stairs; Silk-breeched, but game, the Speaker came   And set the carven chairs. Then the great Black Rod, at the Speaker`s nod,   Waved o`er them as they swore By this and that, by book and bell, That one and all, what e`er befell Would take the vow, and keep it well;   To change the "And" to "Or". Now in his place, with chastened face,   The Premier rose and spoke. They harked to him in silence grim   While tears they strove to choke. With trembling hand he seized that "And"   And cast it thro` the door. And now, amid subdued applause, The brave upholder of our laws, Square in it`s place withn the clause   Enthroned the rightful "Or". Sighs of relief replaced their grief   As members breathed short prayers. They bore the Mace to its resting place   In the dungeon `neath the stairs. Honor to these, our bold M.P.`s!   All patriots to the core! With bated breath the tale unfold To your son`s sons when you grow old. Their fame uphold ... The cost, all told,   Was twelve pounds, eight and four! And we poor hacks who yield the tax   Should we not be content With these whose task was to unmask   That word malevolent? Alas, who knows what weary woes   Might have best us sore Had not that adamantine band Upheld the honor of their land By plucking out the craft "And,"   And substituting "Or?"
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