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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Possum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jist 'ere it gripped me, on a sudden, like a red-'ot knife.<br>I wus diggin' in the garden, talkin' pleasant to me wife,<br>When it got me good an' solid, an' I fetches out a yell,<br>An' curses soft down in me neck, an' breathes 'ard fer a spell.<br>Then, when I tries to straighten up, it stabs me ten times worse.<br>I thinks per'aps I'm dyin', an' chokes back a reel 'ot curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've worked too fast,' I tells Doreen. 'Me backbone's runnin' 'ot.<br>I'm sick! I've got-0o, 'oly wars! I dunno wot I've got!<br>Jist 'ere - Don't touch! - jist round back 'ere, a blazin' little pain.<br>Is clawin' up me spinal cord an' slidin' down again.'<br>'You come inside,' she sez. 'Per'aps it's stoopin' in the sun.<br>Does it 'urt much?' I sez, 'Oh, no; I'm 'avin' lots o' fun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, cooin' to me, woman-like, she pilots me inside.<br>It stabs me every step I takes; I thort I could 'a' died.<br>'There now,' she sez. 'Men can't stand pain, it's alwus understood.'<br>'Stand pain?' I owls. Then, Jumpin' Jakes! It gits me reely good!<br>So I gets to bed in sections, fer it give me beans to bend,<br>An' shuts me eyes, an' groans again, an' jist waits fer the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, you lie still,' she orders me, 'until I think wot's best.<br>Per'aps 'ot bran, or poultices. You jist lie still, an' rest,'<br>Rest? 'Oly Gosh! I clinched me teeth, an' clawed the bloomin' bunk;<br>Fer a red-'ot poker jabbed me ev'ry time I much as wunk.<br>I couldn't corf, I couldn't move, I couldn't git me breath.<br>'Look after Bill,' I tells Doreen. 'I feels that… this is… death.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Death, fiddlesticks,' she laughs at me. 'You jist turn over now.'<br>I 'owls, ''Ere! Don't you touch me, or there'll be a blazin' row!<br>I want to die jist as I am.' She sez, 'Now, Bill, 'ave sense.<br>This 'as to go on while it's 'ot.' I groans, 'I've no defence.'<br>An' so she 'as 'er way wiv me. An', tho' I'm suff'rin' bad,<br>I couldn't 'elp but noticin' the gentle touch she 'ad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That ev'nin', when the doctor come, sez 'e, 'Ah! 'Urtin' much?<br>Where is the trouble?' I sez, 'Where you ain't allowed to touch!'<br> 'E mauls an' prods me while I 'owls to beat the bloomin' band.<br>Gawbli'me! I'd 'a' cracked 'im if I'd strength to lift me 'and.<br>'Discribe yer symtims now,' sez 'e. I fills meself wiv wind,<br>An' slung 'im out a catalog while 'e jist stood an' grinned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ar, bar!' 'e sez. 'Sciatiker! Oh, we'll soon 'ave yeh well.'<br>'Sciatiker?' sez I. 'Yer sure yeh don't mean Jumpin' 'Ell?<br>It ain't no privit devil wiv a little jagged knife?'<br>'Tut, rut,' 'e grins. 'You'll soon be right. I leaves yeh to yer wife.'<br>I looks at 'er, she smiles at me, an' when I seen that smile:<br>'Aw, poultices!' I groans. An' she injoys it all the while!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I'm marri'd to a woman; an', I gives yeh my straight tip,<br>It makes a man feel glad uv it when sickness gits a grip.<br>'Er looks is full uv tenderness, 'er ways is full uv love,<br>An' 'er touch is like a blessin' as she gently bends above.<br>'Er speech is firm, but motherin'; 'er manners strict, but mild:<br>Yer 'er 'usban', an' 'er patient, an' 'er little orphin child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When yer marri'd to a woman an' yer feelin' well an' right;<br>When yer frame is full uv ginger an' yer mouth is full uv skite,<br>Then yeh tork about the 'missus' in an 'orf'and sort uv way;<br>She's 'andy in the 'ouse if she don't 'ave too much to say.<br>But when Ole Man Sciatiker, 'e does yeh up reel neat,<br>Then she's yer own reel mate, she is, an' all yer 'ands an' feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' so Doreen, she nurses me while I lie there an' grouch;<br>Fer I'm snarky when I tumble that it ain't me dyin' couch.<br>I barks at 'er, an' snarls at 'er, an' orders 'er about,<br>An' nearly wears the feet orf 'er wiv trottin' in an' out.<br>An' while Ole Man Sciatiker, 'e 'as me in 'is sway<br>Doreen, she jist gives in to me - an' alwus gits 'er way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three solid days I 'as uv it, an' then the pain lets out.<br>I'm feelin' fit fer graft again, an' wants to git about.<br>It's then she lets me see 'er 'and, an' orders, 'You stay there<br>Until yeh gits yer 'ealth an' strength to sit up in a chair.'<br>'But there's that stove-wood,' I begins. Sez she, 'Now, don't you fret.<br>I'm very sparin' wiv it, an' there's tons an' tons there yet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell yeh straight; I got to like it. It's a crook thing to confess,<br>But to 'ave 'er fussin' round me give me chunks uv 'appiness.<br>So I gits out in the garden wiv an arm-chair an' a rug,<br>An' I comes the floppin' invaleed, an' makes meself reel snug.<br>I droops me eyes an' 'angs me 'ands, an' looks dead crook an' ill;<br>An' wriggles ev'ry time she sez, 'Wot would yeh like now, Bill?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then, one day, I 'ears the axe down there be'ind the 'ouse;<br>An' I sees meself a loafer, an' me conscience starts to rouse.<br>I 'eaves me frame out uv the chair, an' wanders down the yard.<br>She's beltin' at a knotty log, an' beltin' good an' 'ard.<br>I grabs the axe. 'Give up,' I sez. 'I ain't no shattered wreck.<br>This 'ere's my job.' An' then, Gawstruth! I gits it in the neck!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Am I yer wife?' she asks me straight. 'Why can't yeh trust me, Bill?<br>Am I not fit to see to things when you are weak an' ill?'<br>I tries to say I'm possumin', an' reely well an' strong;<br>But ev'ry time I starts to tork she's got me in the wrong.<br>'Yeh can't deceive me, Bill,' she sez. 'Yer 'ealth is fur frum good.<br>Yeh jist can't trust yer wife to chop a little bit uv wood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeh got to come out in the cold,' she sez, 'wivout yer wraps.<br>An' now I'll 'ave yeh on me 'ands fer days wiv a relapse!'<br>'I been pretending,' I ixplains. She sez, 'Am I yer wife?<br>Yet sooner than yeh'd trust to me yeh go an' risk yer life.'<br>Well, I'm marri'd to a woman, an' - it might seem sort uv meek <br>goes back into bed again… an' 'ates it… fer a week!</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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I wus diggin' in the garden, talkin' pleasant to me wife,
When it got me good an' solid, an' I fetches out a yell,
An' curses soft down in me neck, an' breathes 'ard fer a spell.
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