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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Logic and Spotted Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Unless you 'ide that axe,' she sez, ''E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.<br>An' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - that trouble that I've 'ad,<br>Wiv 'im thro' croop an' whoopin' corf, 'e goes an' cuts 'imself!<br>Why don't you 'ang it on the wall, or 'ide it on a shelf?<br>But there it wus, jist thrown about. You ort to take more care!<br>You left it there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You left it there,' she sez, 'an' now . . .' I sez, ''Old on a jiff.<br>Let's git the fac's all sorted out before we 'as a tiff<br>I'm mighty careful wiv that axe, an' never leaves it out.<br>An' I'd be mad if that young imp got knockin' it about.'<br>'Ole axe!' she sez. Look at 'is thumb! A precious lot you care!<br> You left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am marri'd to a woman; which is nacheral an' right.<br>I sez that over to meself, fer safety, day an' night.<br>Most times I sez it fond an' proud wiv gladness in me mind;<br>But sometimes philosophic-like an' wot yeh'd call resigned.<br>'An axe as sharp as that,' she sez. 'It reely isn't fair!<br> You left it there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The way you pet that axe,' she sez - 'the way it's ground an' filed,<br>The way you fairly fondle it, you'd think it wus a child!<br>An' when I pick the ole thing up to cut a bit uv stri<br>Yeh rave an' shout ...' 'Wait on,' I sez. 'But ir'n's a different thing.<br>An' you wus choppin' fencin' wire!' She sez, 'Well, I don't care.  <br>You left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I 'elps meself to spotted dog, an' chews, an' thinks a while.<br>'I'm reely sorry,' I begins. Then, as I seen 'er smile<br>I plays 'er fer the fun uv it, an' sez, 'But, all the same,<br>If he gits foolin' wiv that axe 'e's got 'imself to blame.'<br>'Er eyes spark up. 'A child like that! Now, Bill, it isn't fair!<br>You left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cuts another slice an' sez, 'This spotted dog's a treat.<br>Uv course, 'ooever left it there,' I sez, 'wus - indiscreet.<br>'Careless!' she sez. 'You know you are! 'E might 'a' cut 'is face!<br>An axe as sharp as that,' she sez, 'should be kep' in its place.'<br>'Quite right,' I sez. 'An' not,' she sez, 'jist thrown round anywhere.<br>You left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then I lets 'er 'ave it, an' I sez, 'Now, think a bit.<br>I put that axe away last night when all the wood wus split.'<br>'Well, that's enough about it now,' she sez. I seen 'er wince,<br>An' sez, 'I put that axe away, an' 'aven't used it since;<br>But someone else wus usin' it this mornin', I kin swear,<br>An' left it there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well, never mind . . . Poor Bill!' she sez. 'Was 'is poor thumb all 'urt?'<br>(Oh, it's entertainin' sometimes fer to argue wiv a skirt.)<br>'There's someone else,' I sez, an' grins, an' kids I'm doin' fine,<br> 'Wus usin' it this mornin' fer to cut a bit uv pine.<br>So now,' I sez, 'apolergise! I've beat you fair an' square!<br>You left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fer 'arf a mo she pets young Bill, an' would'nt meet me eye.<br>Thinkin' she wus - I knew she wus. An' then she lets it fly:<br>'If you 'ad cut that wood,' she sez, 'an' I implored you to,<br>There wouldn't be no need fer me to 'ave sich things to do!<br>It ain't right fer a woman . . .' ''Ere!' I sez. 'Now, I don't care<br>'Oo left it there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Uv course you don't!' she gits me back. 'You never care a bit!<br>An' it ain't right fer a woman to 'ave kin'lin' wood to split;<br>While there's a man about the 'ouse!' I sees the tears is near,<br>An' pats 'er 'air. 'Now, let it drop,' I sez. 'Don't worry, dear.'<br>'Ow can I let it drop?' she sobs. 'You said you didn't care<br>'Oo left it there'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I do!' I yells. 'I mean - I don't - I . . .' Oh, Gaw spare me days!<br>When you argue wiv a woman she 'as got you either ways!<br>You 'ave to do it in the end; an' so I licks the dirt,<br>An' sez, 'Dear, I apolergise. I'm - sorry - if I 'urt.'<br>Yes, I'm marri'd to a woman. An' she smiles, an' strokes me 'air,<br>An - leaves it there.</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' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - that trouble that I've 'ad,
Wiv 'im thro' croop an' whoopin' corf, 'e goes an' cuts 'imself!
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