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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Disagreeable Musician</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow.<br>An', after all the trouble that we took<br>To try an' cheer,'is spirits up some'ow,<br>'E jes' sat there an' slung a glarsy look<br>To orl the crowd. The diserbligin' coot!<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>After we'd done our gilt in on the spread <br>Fish from the Dago joint, an' bottled beer,<br>An' froot, an' 'am, an' saverloys an' bread <br>'E wouldn't eat. Jes' shook 'is silly 'ead.<br>An' though we begged 'im for some choonful toot,<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I puts it to yeh: Wuz we actin' fair?<br>Wot more could neighbors do to cheer a bloke?<br>We knoo they 'e 'ad troubles fer to bear,<br>An' jes called in to 'ave a friendly joke.<br>An', though we tempted 'im with 'am an' froot,<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There wuz Flash Liz, an' me, an' Ginger Mick.<br>An' Mother Gumphy frum the corner store.<br>An' Bill the Rabbit-o, an' Dirty Dick,<br>An' Nan the Nark, an' 'arf a dozzing more.<br>But strike! It seemed the comp'ny didn't soot!<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want yer dead straight griffen. Wuz we right?<br>Wuz it unneighborly to look 'im up<br>An' 'ave a little beano on the quite?....<br>Fer Grief an' 'im wuz cobbers on that night.<br>But there 'e sat, like 's if 'e'd taken root,<br>An' wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sung a song er two to give 'im 'eart,<br>'An' jes' to show yeh wot a nark 'e wuz,<br>'E wouldn't sing. 'E wouldn't take no part.<br>'E wouldn't eat no matter wot we does.<br>'E wouldn't drink, 'e wouldn't touch the froot.<br>Or play 'is flamin' flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A blimed wet blankit at our little feast.<br>Thet's wot 'e wuz. 'E jes sat there an' stared<br>Straight out afore 'im. Wouldn't take the least<br>Account o' wot we did. 'E'd never cared<br>If we wuz rooned wif buyin' fish an' froot.<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Aw, it wuz crook! I swear I never seen<br>So mean a coot. An' 'e could play a treat <br>Play like a blinded angel, for 'e'd been<br>A star pufformer - played afore the Queen!<br>An', though 'e knoo we knoo of 'is repute,<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We knoo 'e'd been a bonzer in 'is day<br>Afore 'e struck the slum in Scrooge's Lane.<br>I've orfen 'eard it said 'e useter play<br>In some swell orchestrer fer fancy pay.<br>An' there 'e sat, in 'is ole shabby soot,<br>An' wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We knoo 'e'd struck tough luck an' drifted down <br>'Im an' 'is missis - till they come to live<br>On 'arf o' nothink in our part o' town.<br>It weren't no fault of ours that they wuz driv<br>Frum bad to worse, till they wuz destichoot.<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'E wouldn't play. Jes shook 'is silly 'ead.<br>We done our best to cheer 'im, fer we knoo<br>'Is wife wuz lyin' in the nex' room, dead.<br>Died 'cause of sooicide, the neighbors said.<br>But, spite of all we done, the selfish brute,<br>'E wouldn't play the flute.</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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An', after all the trouble that we took
To try an' cheer,'is spirits up some'ow,
'E jes' sat there an' slung a glarsy look
To orl the crowd. The diserbligin' coot!
'E wouldn't play the flute.


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