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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Heirlums,' 'e sez. 'I've 'ad the trousiz pressed.<br>Me father married in 'em, that 'e did.<br>See this 'ere fancy vest?<br>See this 'ere lid?<br>Me gran'dad brought that frum 'is native land<br>In forty-two-an' then 'twas second-'and.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clobber? Oh, 'el! Pants uv wild shepherd's plaid,<br>A coat that might 'ave knocked the cliners flat<br>When father was a lad,<br>A tall, pot 'at<br>That caught the mange back in the diggin's days,<br>A fancy vest that called fer loud 'oorays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But loud 'oorays don't 'arf ixpress my rage<br>When Danny comes upholstered fer the jig.<br>I've seen it on the stage,<br>Rat comic rig;<br>But never at a country dance before<br>'Ave I seen sich crook duds as Danny wore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You want to crool my scheme,' I sez, 'with rags<br> Like that? This ain't no fancy dress affair.<br>Wot sort uv tile an' bags<br>Is them to wear?<br>But 'e don't tumble; )e's as pleased as pie.<br>'By gum,' 'e sez, 'this ort to catch 'er eye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You posin' fer a comic film, or wot?'<br>I arsts 'im -' with noorotic togs like those!<br>Jazz clobber! Ain't you got<br> No decent clo'es?'<br>But 'e's too tickled with 'imself to 'eed.<br>'This orter catch 'er eye,' 'e sez, 'this tweed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It caught 'er eye, all right, an' many more.<br>They starts to come before the daylight fades;<br>An', fer a hour before<br>The crowd parades,<br>Ole Danny 'eld the centre uv the stage,<br>While I stood orf an' chewed me silent rage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's 'ow it alwiz is: I try to show<br> 'Ow I can use me bean in deep-laid lurks;<br>An' then some fool must go<br>An' bust the works.<br>'Ere, I 'ave planned a coop in slap-up-style,<br>An' Danny spikes me guns with gran'pa's tile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rose never seemed so free frum ugly dreams,<br>Not since she came, as that night at the dance;<br>But my matchmakin' schemes<br>Makes no advance;<br>Fer every time I gits a chance to score,<br>Doreen butts in, an' crools me pitch once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reel thortless, women is. She ort to seen<br>I 'ad intents - in spite uv Danny's clo'es <br>An' that 'e was reel keen.<br>Concernin' Rose.<br>Not 'er. She larfs, an' chatters with the push,<br>As if rich 'usbands grew on every bush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, f'rinstance, I gits busy when I seen<br>Rose sittin' out; an' brings Dan on the run.<br>'Why, mercy!' sez Doreen.<br>''Ere's Mister Dunn<br>Perlite enough to arst me fer a dance.<br>'E knows us marrid ones don't git much chance.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' there she grabs 'im, fair out uv me 'ands!<br>An' lets young Wally Free git off with Rose;<br>While like a fool I stands,<br> Kickin' me toes<br>An' cursin' all the fool things women do.<br>I'd think 'twas done apurpis, less I knoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's 'ow it was all night. I schemed a treat,<br>Workin' shrood points, an' sweatin' blood, almost;<br>But every time I'm beat<br>Right on the post.<br>All me matchrnakin's bust - the task uv days <br>Through Danny's duds an' my wife's tackless ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nice chaperong she is! While Free an' Rose<br>Dance 'arf the night Doreen jist sits an' beams.<br>When I seen that, up goes<br>My 'opes an' schemes.<br>But all that Danny sez is, 'Stone the crows!<br>Yeh'd think I'd took 'er eye, with them good clo'es.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we git 'ome that night I shows me spleen<br>By 'intin' Rose will be left on the shelf.<br>An' then I see Doreen<br>Smile to 'erself.<br>'I would n't be su'prised,' she sez, 'to see<br>Rose marrid, some fine day, to Wally Free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Wally Free! Yeh could 'ave knocked me flat<br>With 'arf a brick. I seen it in a flash.<br>A grinnin' coot like that!<br>Without no cash!<br>Besides, a man 'oo'd keep a thievin' cow<br>Like 'is, won't make no 'usband any'ow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sick uv everything. It ain't no joke.<br>I've tried to do good works; an' now I've found<br>When you git 'elpin' folk<br>They jist turn round<br>An' bite the 'and that feeds 'em, so to speak.<br>An' yet they sez the strong should 'elp the weak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wot rot! ... I wisht I 'ad some reel ixcuse<br>To push some face in, jist to ease me mind.<br>Spike Wegg, 'e 'ad 'is use <br>'Im an' 'is kind.<br>If I could give me ole left-'ook one swing,<br>I might feel kinder like to everything.</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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Me father married in 'em, that 'e did.
See this 'ere fancy vest?
See this 'ere lid?
Me gran'dad brought that frum 'is native land
In forty-two-an' then 'twas second-'and.'

Clobber? Oh, 'el! Pants..."></div>
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