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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beef Tea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never nagged; she never said no word; <br>But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. <br> I could 'a' bluffed it out if she 'ad been <br>Fair narked, an' let me 'ave it wiv 'er tongue; <br>It silence told me 'ow 'er 'eart wus wrung. <br>Poor 'urt Doreen!<br>Gorstruth! I'd sooner fight wiv fifty men<br>Than git one look like that frum 'er agen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never moved; she never spoke no word;<br>That 'urt look in 'er eyes, like some scared bird: <br> ' 'Ere is the man I loved,' it seemed to say.<br>''E's mine, this crawlin' thing, an' I'm 'is wife;<br>Tied up fer good; an' orl me joy in life<br> Is chucked away!'<br>If she 'ad bashed me I'd 'a' felt no 'urt!<br>But 'ere she treats me like—like I wus dirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ow is a man to guard agen that look?<br>Fer other wimmin, when the'r blokes go crook,<br>An' lobs 'ome wiv the wages uv a jag,<br>They smashes things an' carries on a treat<br>An' 'owls an' scolds an' wakes the bloomin' street<br>Wiv noisy mag.<br>But 'er—she never speaks; she never stirs . . .<br>I drops me bundle . . . An' the game is 'ers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jist two months wed! Eight weeks uv married bliss <br>Wiv my Doreen, an' now it's come to this!<br>Wot wus I thinkin' uv? Gawd! I ain't fit <br>To kiss the place 'er little feet 'as been! <br>'Er that I called me wife, me own Doreen! <br>Fond dreams 'as flit; <br>Love's done a bunk, an' joy is up the pole; <br>An' shame an' sorrer's roostin' in me soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twus orl becors uv Ginger Mick—the cow! <br>(I wish't I 'ad 'im 'ere to deal wiv now!<br>I'd pass 'im one, I would! 'E ain't no man!) <br>I meets 'im Choosdee ev'nin' up the town. <br>'Wot O,' 'e chips me. 'Kin yeh keep one down?' <br>I sez I can. <br>We 'as a couple; then meets three er four <br>Flash coves I useter know, an' 'as some more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Ow are yeh on a little gamble, Kid?' <br>Sez Ginger Mick. 'Lars' night I'm on four quid.<br>Come 'round an' try yer luck at Steeny's school.<br>'No,' sez me conscience. Then I thinks, 'Why not? <br>An' buy 'er presents if I wins a pot? <br>A blazin' fool <br>I wus. Fer 'arf a mo' I 'as a fight; <br>Then conscience skies the wipe . . . Sez I 'Orright.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten minutes later I was back once more,<br>Kip in me 'and, on Steeny Isaac's floor,<br>Me luck was in an' I wus 'eadin' good. <br>Yes, back agen amongst the same old crew! <br>An' orl the time down in me 'eart I knew <br>I never should . . . <br>Nex' thing I knows it's after two o'clock <br>Two in the morning! An' I've done me block!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wot odds?' I thinks. 'I'm in fer it orright.' <br>An' so I stops an' gambles orl the night;<br>An' bribes me conscience wiv the gilt I wins. <br>But when I comes out in the cold, 'ard dawn <br>I know I've crooled me pitch; me soul's in pawn. <br>My flamin' sins<br>They 'its me in a 'eap right where I live; <br>Fer I 'ave broke the solim vow I give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never magged; she never said no word. <br>An' when I speaks, it seems she never 'eard.<br>I could 'a' sung a nim, I feels so gay!<br>If she 'ad only roused I might 'a' smiled. <br>She jist seems 'urt an' crushed; not even riled. <br>I turns away, <br>An' yanks me carkis out into the yard, <br>Like some whipped pup; an' kicks meself reel 'ard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then, I sneaks to bed, an' feels dead crook.<br>Fer golden quids I couldn't face that look<br>That trouble in the eyes uv my Doreen.<br>Aw, strike! Wot made me go an' do this thing?<br>I feel jist like a chewed up bit of string,<br>An' rotten mean!<br>Fer 'arf an hour I lies there feelin' cheap;<br>An' then I s'pose, I muster fell asleep….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' 'Ere, Kid, drink this' . . . I wakes, an' lifts me 'ead, <br>An' sees 'er standin' there beside the bed; <br>A basin in 'er 'ands; an' in 'er eyes <br>(Eyes that wiv unshed tears is shinin' wet)<br>The sorter look I never shall ferget, <br>Until I dies. <br>' 'Ere, Kid, drink this,' she sez, an' smiles at me. <br>I looks — an' spare me days! It was beef tea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beef tea! She treats me like a hinvaleed! <br>Me! that 'as caused 'er lovin' 'eart to bleed.<br>It 'urts me worse than maggin' fer a week! <br>'Er! 'oo 'ad right to turn dead sour on me, <br>Fergives like that, an' feeds me wiv beef tea . . . <br> I tries to speak; <br>An' then — I ain't ashamed o' wot I did <br>I 'ides me face . . . an' blubbers like a kid.</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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But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. 
 I could 'a' bluffed it out if she 'ad been 
Fair narked, an' let me 'ave it wiv 'er tongue; 
It silence told me 'ow 'er 'eart wus wrung. 
Poor 'urt Doreen!
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