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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Also-Ran</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain<br>That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air.<br>I don't arst for bokays: I ain't that vain;<br>But fair is fair.<br>An' when yeh think yer somethin' uv a man,<br>It 'urts to find yerself a also-ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Urts like one thing. To git sent to the pack<br>When you 'ave 'ad idears you're ace an' king<br>An' all the pitcher cards down to the jack<br>Is like to sting<br>Yer vanity. I thort I was some use,<br>An' now I'm valyid as a 'umble dooce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't mind my sulks. I s'pose I 'as swelled 'ead;<br>But gittin' snouted ain't wot I expeck.<br>Aw, they can 'ave it on their own! I'm full<br>Up to the neck!<br>Never no more! I chuck good works right 'ere. . .<br>But lets start frum the start an' git it clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I own I used me nut. Fer marriage brings<br>Experience to stop yeh actin' rash.<br>I've missed the step before through rushin' things,<br>An' come a crash.<br>I planned it out all careful frum the start;<br>Me taticks was a reel fine work uv art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me problem's this: The noos 'as to be broke<br>Concernin' Rose. Doreen 'as to he told.<br>The 'ow an' when that bit uv noos is spoke<br>I've learnt uv old.<br>I'm shrood. I wait. I watch me chance to act.<br>The trick's to know the time an' place exact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You blokes unmarrid ain't got no idear<br>Uv 'ow successful 'usbands works their 'eads.<br>It's like a feller strugglin' to keep clear<br>A thousand threads.<br>Once let 'em tangle, an' you take the blame.<br>You're up to putty; an' yeh've lost the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I picks a nice, calm, cozy, peaceful night.<br>The suppper things is washed; the kid's in bed<br>(I 'elped to wipe the plates) the fire burns bright;<br> An' then I led<br>The tork around to tales uv Ginger Mick,<br>Cunnin' an' crafty like, an' not too quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Funny,' I sez, 'that we should mention Mick.<br>In town I met that girl - (Wot's 'er name? Rose)<br>By accident. Poor thing looks orful sick. . . .<br>Well, I suppose<br>She 'as 'er worries. . . . Lost 'er job, yeh know.'<br>Doreen don't take much int'rest. She sez, 'Oh?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes,' I goes on; 'a bit uv country air<br>Is wot she needs. She's very sick - an' low.<br>She seemed - well - sort uv - 'opeless with.... despair.'<br>Doreen sez, 'Oh?'<br>It's 'eavy goin'; but I sticks it, grim.<br>Poor Mick!' I sez. 'I often think uv 'im.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor Mick!' I sez. (Well, any'ow, I mean<br>Them words) 'If you 'ad seen that girl, my dear,<br>You'd arst 'er up to stay.' 'Why,' sez Doreen,<br>'She's comin' 'ere<br>On Choosday next.' (I jist choke back a shout)<br>'That's why I got the spare room tidied out.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She's wot?' . . . I can't say more. 'Well,' sez me wife,<br> 'Seein' you arst 'er, why all this su'prise?'<br>Seein' you 'ad a fight, an' risked yer life,<br>An' got black eyes,<br>An' played the 'ero, as the parson says,<br>You ort to know. I've knowed,' she sez, 'fer days.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snowy! To think that parson cove would go<br>An' let me down to flounder in the mud,<br>An' scheme, an' lie, an' work the game reel low,<br>To come a thud!<br>'Yeh mean to say,' I arsts, mad as can be,<br>'Yeh've fixed all this without consultin' me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeh mean to say I 'ave n't got the right<br>To know wot's goin' on in my own 'ouse?<br>Yeh mean to say - 'There, Bill,' she sez, 'keep quite.<br>Why should you rouse?<br>You told me nothin'. Parson wrote to me;<br>An' we fixed things without yer 'elp,' sez she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women! She sits an' tells me this dead cold!<br>To think I've worked an' worried till I'm tired,<br>An' squeezed me brain a treat, jist to be told<br> i ain't required!<br>'You was too modest, Bill, to let me 'ear<br>About that fight,' she sez. 'Now, were n't you, dear?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Modest? Aw, well. I s'pose I am - a bit.<br>A feller can't go skitin' all 'is days.<br>But, spite uv 'er nice way uv takin' it,<br>An' all 'er praise<br>An' that, I got to own I'm feelin' 'urt<br>Fer to git treated like a bit uv dirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nex' mornin' I ain't feelin' none too good:<br>That snub still 'urt. I potter round about;<br>Then go across to where 'e's choppin' wood<br>To 'ave it out<br>With Wally Free about 'is thievin' cow.<br>But that pie-faced galoot won't 'ave a row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll 'ave the lor on 'im, I tells ' im straight.<br>Me fence 'er out? 'E's got to fence 'er in!<br>The lor sez that. But all the lors I state<br>Jist gits a grin.<br>That's all. 'E grins a sight too much, that bloke.<br>Clean through the piece, I seem to be the joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I'm dull. I know me brain's jist meant<br>To nourish 'air-roots. But I 'ave me pride.<br>An' when I toils an' frets, an' then gits sent<br>To stand aside,<br>I know me place: I don't need to be shown.<br>I'm done! An' they can 'ave it on their own.</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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That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air.
I don't arst for bokays: I ain't that vain;
But fair is fair.
An' when yeh think yer somethin' uv a man,
It 'urts to find yerself a also-ran.

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