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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Termarter Sorce</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wasn't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk<br>To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.<br>I'm old enough to know them games don't work <br>Not with Doreen.<br>Besides, deceit ain't in me bag uv tricks.<br>I got a few; but there is some that sticks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sticks in me gizzard. Some blokes sees no wrong<br>In workin' points, an' thinks it bonzer sport<br>To trifle with a wife's belief, so long<br>As they ain't cort.<br>But, when yeh play the game on dead straight lines,<br>It 'urts to be accused uv base designs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It starts this mornin'. I wake with a tooth<br>That's squirmin' like a basketful uv snakes.<br>Per'aps I groan a bit, to tell the truth;<br>An' then she wakes,<br>An' arsts me wot I'm makin' faces for.<br>I glare at 'er, an' nurse me achin' jor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was no very 'appy mornin' song.<br>I ain't excusin' my end uv the joke;<br>But, after that, things seem to go all wrong.<br>She never spoke<br>One narsty word; but, while the chops she serves,<br>'Er shrieks uv silence fair got on me nerves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She might 'ave arst wot ailed me. Spare me days I<br>She seen that I was crook. She seen me face<br>Swelled like a poisoned pup's. She only says,<br>'Please to say grace.'<br>I mumbles ... Then, in tones that wakes brute force,<br>She twitters, 'Will yeh take termarter sorce?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could n't eat no breakfast. Just the sight<br>Uv sweet things give me tooth a new, worse ache.<br>Sez she: 'You seem to lost yer apetite.<br>'Ave some seed cake.'<br>Seed cake! Gawstruth! I'm there in agerny,<br>An' she, 'oo swore to love, sits mockin' me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last, when our small son gits orf to school,<br>I goes an' sits down sulkin' on a couch.<br>''Ave you a toothache, Bill?' sez she, quite cool,<br>'Or jist plain grouch?<br>Yer face looks funny. P'raps yer gittin' fat.'<br>I glare at 'er an' answer, 'Huh!' . . like that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That one word, 'Huh,' said in a certain way, <br>'Eart-felt an' with intention-it can well<br>Make the beginnin's uv a perfick day<br>A perfick 'ell.<br>So I sez 'Huh! ...... an' then done my ole trick<br>(A low-down lurk) uv gittin' orf-stage quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a slap-up day. The wattle's gold<br>'Ad jist began to peep among the green;<br>An' dafferdils, commencin' to unfold,<br>They make the scene<br>A pitcher that - 'Struth! 'Ow that tooth did ache!<br>An', cravin' symperthy, I git - seed cake!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a bonzer day! The thrush's song<br>Rose like a nymn. A touch uv queer remorse<br>Gits me fer 'arf-a-mo', then goes all wrong.<br>Ter-marter sorce!<br>Women don't understand, it's all too plain.<br>Termarter sorce, she sez, an' me in pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dunno 'ow the mornin' muddled through.<br>That naggin' tooth was gittin' reel red-'ot.<br>I 'ad a 'arf a dozen things to do,<br>An' slummed the lot.<br>Then, jist before I goes fer mornin' tea,<br>I start another row with Wally Free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'im if that fence ain't mended - now <br>I'll summons 'im. But 'e jist stands an' grins.<br>'E's always grinnin'. Silly lookin' cow I<br>An' fer two pins<br>I'd go acrost an' give 'is eye a poke.<br>'E's far too 'appy - fer a single bloke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I am boilin' 'ot, Doreen conies out<br>To call me fer me mornin' cup o' tea.<br>I turn an' answer with a savage shout.<br>'Dear me!' sez she.<br>'You seem to be put out this mornin', Bill.<br>'E'll mend the fence, all right. I'm sure 'e will.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Aw! It ain't that,' I sez .... Then I let go,<br>When once we git inside, an' ease me mind<br>By tellin' 'er some things she ought to know.<br>I seemed to find<br>A lot uv things that 'elped to make me sore;<br>An' they remind me uv a 'ole lot more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'er that no wife, 'oo was n't blind,<br>Would treat 'er 'usban' like a block uv wood.<br>I sez I could n't understand 'er mind <br>Blowed if I could!<br>I tells 'er that no woman with a brain<br>An' 'eart would smile to see a man in pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sez some wives - some sorts uv wives, uv course,<br>If you was lyin' dead, no more to wake,<br>Would arst yeh if yeh liked termarter sorse,<br>Or else seed cake.<br>I sez I don't look for no fond caress,<br>But symperthy, an' un'erstandin'? Yes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sez, sarcastic, that I 'ave no doubt<br>Some wives might think termarters an' seed cake<br>Was 'andy sorts uv things to 'ave about<br>To stop toothache.<br>But wot I liked in wives, once in a while,<br>Was commin-sense. (An' 'ere, I seen 'er smile).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then I sez: 'Gorbli' me! Ain't I worked<br>Me fingers to the bone, an' toiled an' slaved?<br>Some fellers, if their wives 'ad smiled an' sn-drked<br>An' so be'aved' ......<br>(She pours the tea, an' 'ands acrost my cup)<br>'Would lose their tempers, yes, an' smash things up!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sez - 0h, other things in that same strain.<br>I ain't got any fancy to recall.<br>(That tooth jist 'ad me jumpin' mad with pain)<br>But through it all,<br>With them fool speeches bubblin' in me throat,<br>I saw meself a bleatin', babblin' goat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gulps me tea; already 'arf ashamed<br>Uv more than 'arf I'd said. But is me wife<br>All 'umble, like a woman 'oo's been blamed?<br>Not on yer life!<br>She answers me as if she was me mar.<br>'There, there,' she sez. 'Wot a big kid you are!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gulps more tea; an' tells 'er, anyway,<br>Me toothache ain't a thing to joke about;<br>An' I will 'ave to go to town to-day<br> An' 'ave it out.<br>At that, she looks at me with 'er calm eyes<br>Searchin' me through an' through 'fore she replies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, 'Bill,' sez she, 'tell me the honest truth:<br>Does your tooth ache, or is this an excuse?<br>Why, yesterd'y you 'ad no achin' tooth .......<br>Aw, wot's the use!<br>'Excuse! Wot for?' I yells. But she sez, 'Oh,<br>If it's that bad I s'pose you'll 'aye to go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Excuse!' I sez. 'I know wot's in yer mind.<br>Yeh think I can't read wonien's thoughts, I s'pose.<br>Yeh think that I planned this so I could find<br>Wot's 'appened Rose.<br>Yeh think I've come the double, lied an' schemed<br>About a thing I never even dreamed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeh think -' 'There, there!' she sez to me again,<br>Soothin' an' soft, still like a patient mar.<br>'It's plain you'll never understand, you men,<br>Wot women are,<br>Their thorts, their feelin's, 'ow they fear an' doubt.<br>Why, Bill, it's only you I think about.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knoo. Somewhere inside me silly nob<br> I knoo wot thort it is she won't explain.<br>She feared, if I got with the old, crook mob<br>In Spadgers Lane<br>That I might miss the step. I've never queered<br>The pitch in eight long years; an' yet she feared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'll promise you - ' I starts. But she sez, 'Don't!<br> Don't promise wot you might regret some day.<br>I trust you, Bill; an' well I know you won't<br> Choose the wrong way.<br>Women are silly sometimes. Let's ferget<br>All that was said .... Is that tooth achin' yet?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gives it up! ... It's fairly got me beat,<br>The twists an' turin' uv a wonian's mind.<br>Nex' thing, she's smilin' up at me so sweet,<br>So soft an' kind<br>That I - with things still in me mind to tell -<br>I melts - jist like I always do. Ah, well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a snodger day! . . . The apple trees<br>Was white with bloom. All things seemed good to me<br>(Except that tooth). Then by the fence I sees<br>Poor Wally Free,<br>Pretendin' to be happy with 'is plough.<br>Poor lonely coot! I pity 'im, some'ow.</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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To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.
I'm old enough to know them games don't work 
Not with Doreen.
Besides, deceit ain't in me bag uv tricks.
I got a few; but there is some that sticks.

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