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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357680" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Er pore dear Par.' she sez, ''e kept a store';<br>An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor.<br>''Twas thro' 'is death,' she sez, 'we wus rejuiced<br>To this,' she sez . . . An' then she weeps some more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Er par,' she sez, 'me poor late 'usband, kept<br>An 'ay an' corn store. 'E'd no faults ixcept<br>'Im fallin' 'eavy orf a load o' charf<br>W'ich - killed 'im - on the - ' 'Struth! But 'ow she wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She blows 'er nose an' sniffs. ''E would 'a' made'<br>She sez, 'a lot of money in the trade.<br>But, 'im took orf so sudden-like, we found<br>'E 'adn't kept 'is life insurince paid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To think,' she sez, 'a child o' mine should be<br>Rejuiced to workin' in a factory!<br>If 'er pore Par 'e 'adn't died,' she sobs…<br>I sez, 'It wus a bit o' luck for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I gits 'as red as 'ell, 'That is - I mean,'<br>I sez, 'I mighter never met Doreen<br>If 'e 'ad not' - an' 'ere I lose me block <br>'I 'ope,' I sez, ''e snuffed it quick and clean.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' that wus 'ow I made me first deboo.<br>I'd dodged it cunnin' fer a month or two.<br>Doreen she sez, 'You'll have to meet my Mar,<br>Some day,' she sez. An' so I seen it thro'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd pictered some stern female in a cap<br>Wot puts the fear o' Gawd into a chap<br>And 'ere she wus, aweepin' in 'er tea<br>An' drippin' moistcher like a leaky tap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two dilly sorter dawgs made outer delf<br>Stares 'ard at me frum orf the mantelshelf.<br>I seemed to symperthise wiv them there pups;<br>I felt so stiff an' brittle-like meself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clobber? Me trosso, 'ead to foot, wus noo <br>Got up regardless, fer this interview.<br>Stiff shirt, a Yankee soot split up the back,<br>A tie wiv yeller spots an' stripes o' blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me cuffs kep' playing wiv me nervis fears<br>Me patent leathers nearly brought the tears<br>An' there I sits wiv, 'Yes, mum. Thanks. Indeed?'<br>Me stand-up collar sorin' orf me ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Life's 'ard,' she sez, an' then she brightens up.<br>'Still, we 'ave alwus 'ad our bite and sup.<br>Doreen's been sich a help; she 'as indeed.<br>Some more tea, Willy? 'Ave another cup.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Willy! O 'ell! 'Ere wus a flaming pill!<br>A moniker that alwus makes me ill.<br>'If it's the same to you, mum,' I replies<br>'I answer quicker to the name of Bill.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up goes 'er 'ands an' eyes. 'That vulgar name!'<br>No, Willy, but it isn't all the same,<br>My fucher son must be respectable.'<br>'Orright,' I sez, 'I s'pose it's in the game.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Me fucher son,' she sez, 'right on frum this<br>Must not take anythink I say amiss.<br>I know me jooty by me son-in-lor;<br>So, Willy, come an' give ya Mar a kiss'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I done it. Tho' I dunno 'ow I did.<br>'Dear boy,' she sez, 'to do as you are bid.<br>Be kind to 'er,' she sobs, 'my little girl!'<br>An' then I kiss Doreen. She sez 'Ah Kid!'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doreen! Ar 'ow 'er pretty eyes did shine.<br>No sight on earth or 'Eaving's 'arf so fine,<br>An' as they looked at me she seemed to say<br>'I'm proud of 'im, I am, an' 'e is mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a sorter glimmer in 'er eye,<br>An 'appy, nervis look, 'arf proud, 'arf shy;<br>I seen 'er in me mind be'ind the cups<br>In our own little kipsie, bye an' bye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then when Mar-in-lor an' me began<br>To tork of 'ouse'old things an' scheme an' plan,<br>A sudden thort fair jolts me where I live:<br>'These is my wimmin folk! An' I'm a man!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's wot they calls responsibility.<br>All of a 'eap that feelin' come to me;<br>An' somew'ere in me 'ead I seemed to feel<br>A sneakin' sort o' wish that I was free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ere's me 'oo never took no 'eed o' life,<br>Investin' in a mar-in-lor an' wife:<br>Someone to battle fer besides meself,<br>Somethink to love an' shield frum care and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It makes yeh solim when yeh come to think<br>Wot love and marridge means. Ar, strike me pink!<br>It ain't all sighs and kisses. It's yer life.<br>An' 'ere's me temblin' on the bloomin' brink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Er pore dead Par,' she sez, an' gulps a sob.<br>An' then I tells 'er 'ow I got a job,<br>As storeman down at Jones' printin' joint,<br>A decent sorter cop for fifty bob.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The things get 'ome-like; an' we torks till late,<br>An' tries to tease Doreen to fix the date,<br>An' she gits sudden soft and tender-like,<br>An' cries a bit, when we parts at the gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' as I'm moochin' 'omeward frum the car<br>A sudden notion stops me wiv a jar <br>Wot if Doreen, I thinks, should grow to be,<br>A fat ole weepin' willer like 'er Mar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, 'struth! It won't bear thinkin' of! It's crook!<br>An' I'm a mean, unfeelin' dawg to look<br>At things like that. Doreen's Doreen to me,<br>The sweetest peach on w'ich a man wus shook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Er 'pore dear Par'…I s'pose 'e 'ad 'is day,<br>An' kissed and smooged an' loved 'er in 'is way.<br>An' wed an' took 'is chances like a man <br>But, Gawd, this splicin' racket ain't all play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is a gamble, an' there ain't no certs.<br>Some day, I s'pose, I'll git wise to the skirts.<br>An' learn to take the bitter wiv the sweet…<br>But strike me purple! 'Willy!' That's wot 'urts.</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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''Twas thro' 'is death,' she sez, 'we wus rejuiced
To this,' she sez . . . An' then she weeps some more.

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