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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357376" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Guide for Poits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song<br> An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,<br>I likes fer uvver coves to come along<br> An' biff the lyre in company wiv me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when I sees some peb beguile an hour<br> Be joinin' in the chorus o' me song,<br>I never sees no use in turnin' sour;<br> Fer singin' days wiv no one larsts too long. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like to see the Rocks an' Little Lon<br> Grow centres for the art uv weavin' rhyme,<br>Wiv dinky 'arps fer blokes to plunk upon,<br> An' spruiking poits workin' overtime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd love to listen to each choonful lay<br> Uv soulful coots who scorn to write fer gain;<br>To see True Art bloom down in Chowder Bay,<br> An' Culcher jump the joint in Spadger's Lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gawstruth! fer us life's got no joy to spare,<br> We're short uv bird songs, 'soarin' clean an' pure.'<br>A bloke is 'ardly orf the bottle there<br> Before 'e's in the jug -- a bird fer sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So 'oo am I to say no blokes shall sing<br> Jist 'ow an' where an' when sich blokes may choose?<br>She's got no lines to show, nor yet no ring.<br> Lor' blim'me! I ain't married to me Muse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An, square an' all, to show there's no offence,<br> To show that in me 'eart true friendship lies,<br>I gives free gratis, an wivout ixpense,<br> A few igzamples, just to put 'em wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First, choose some swingin' metre, sich as this,<br> That Omar used -- per Fitz -- to boost the wine.<br>An' 'ere's a point true artists shouldn't miss:<br> Sling in a bit o' slang to ev'ry line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when yer full o' them alternate rhymes --<br>As all the true push poits is at times --<br>Jist ring the changes, as I'm doin' now;<br>An' find ixcuse to say: 'The bloomin' cow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, comin' back to Omar's style again,<br>It's easy fer to pen a sweet refrain<br> Wiv this 'ere kist a dead-'ead sort o' line,<br>An' this one rhymin' wiv the former twain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' though this style me soul 'as often vext,<br> Wiv care an' pains the knack is easy cort;<br>This line's rhymed wiv the first, an' then the next<br> Is cut orf short.<br>An' if yeh want to round it orf orl neat<br>Just add a couplet 'ere of equil feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' 'ere's a style I've very often done:<br> You swing orf 'ere, an' find a second rhyme,<br>Then hitch the third line to the leadin' one.<br> An' make the fourth lap wiv the second chime,<br> An' then you sort o' come another time,<br>An' jist end up the same as you begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's orl dead easy when yeh know the way,<br>An' 'ave the time to practise it -- But, say,<br> Although it sort o' takes the eye, no doubt<br>(An', mind yeh, I'm not sayin' but it may) --<br> Wivout a stock uv rhymes to see you out<br>This style o' rhymin's like to turn yeh grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The triplets comes much 'arder than the twins;<br>But I 'ave 'ad to bear 'em fer me sins.<br> 'Ere, fer a single line, yeh change the style,<br>Switch orf an' rhyme the same as you begins;<br> An' then yeh comes back at it wiv a smile,<br> Pertendin' it's dead easy orl the while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Them sawed-orf lines 'as often stood me friends;<br>Fer you kin cut 'em upto serve yer ends.<br> An' frequent I 'ave slung the dotin' throng<br> This sort o' song.<br>To ring su'prises on the eye an' ear<br>Is 'arf the game. It seems to kind o' queer<br> The dull monotony. yeh make a miss,<br> An' then do this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aw, 'Struth! it's pretty; but you take my tip,<br>It gives a bloke the everlastin' pip<br> 'Oo tries to live upon the game and gets. . . . <br> Corns on 'is brain an' melancholy debts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wiv sweat an' tears, wiv misery an' sighs,<br> Yeh wring yer soul-case fer one drop of bliss<br>To give the cold, 'ard world; an' it replies,<br> 'Prompt payment will erblige. Please settle this.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rarest treasures of yer 'eart yeh spend<br>On callous, thankless coots; an' in the end<br>It comes to this: if you can't find a muse<br>'Oo takes in washin', wot's the flamin' use?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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 An' biff the lyre in company wiv me.

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 Be joinin' in the chorus o' me song,
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