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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Disillusioned Fuse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,<br>I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;<br>A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp, despondent Bloke<br>Who leaned against a post and sobbed and said his heart was broke!<br>'I've lorst me trust in 'uman men; I've done me dash ter-day;<br>Fer my own cobber's done me in, and guv me game away!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, nay,' said I, 'cheer up, good Bloke. The prospect may look blue;<br>But Fate is wont to deal hard knocks to folk like me and you.<br>Remember, men have fought and won an uphill fight before,<br>Pray, tell me what's befallen you that you should grieve so sore.<br>Say, has your wife deserted you, or have you lost your tin?'<br>But still the Bloke said bitterly: 'Me cobber's done me in!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Me moniker's Deakook,' he said, 'but blokes calls me 'The Fuse.'<br>(Oh, 'struth! I nearly dropped me bundle when I 'eard the noos!)<br>I gets a job o' work to do - a real soft cop it wus,<br>With no foreman over me ter see 'ow much I does,<br>Excep' some coves they calls the Press - a noisy sorter crew<br>Thet allus nags an' growls at yer no matter watcher do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Some wanted this, some wanted that, an' uvers wanted bofe.<br>Thinks I, 'Between 'em all it's up ter me ter do a loaf.'<br>So I jus' took ter sittin' round all day an' crackin' jokes,<br>An' dealin' out a bit o' stoush ter Opposition blokes.<br>There wus a press cove called the HAGE took ter me frum the first;<br>But blimey' - (Here the poor Bloke sobbed as though his heart would burst.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yuss, frum the first 'e took ter me, an' we wus goin' fine,<br>Until I come ter look on 'im as quite a pal o' mine.<br>Fer when 'e sez, 'You'll 'ave ter graft on this 'ere job, yer know,'<br>I winks an' murmurs 'Dicken,' an' 'e winks an' sez 'Righto!'<br>An' when I jus' perten's ter graft 'e cracks 'e doesn't see;<br>So I jus' grins an' winks at 'im, an' 'e jus' winks at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, blimey! Them was golding days, wif not a stroke ter do<br>Excep' ter line up ev'ry week an' dror me bloomin' screw.<br>O' course, ther's some thet chips at me an' bellers in a rage;<br>But I jus' grins an' tips the wink ter 'im they calls the HAGE.<br>An' 'e speaks up quite serious: ''Ow kin I work,' sez 'e,<br>'When these 'ere Opposition blokes are all obstructin' me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My oath, it wus an orlright cop! I thort I'd struck it rich.<br>'Ow could I know' (again he sobbed) 'thet 'e would crool me pitch?<br>One day 'e sez, quite sudding like, 'This job must be put thro','<br>An' I jus' winks an' murmurs, 'Dicken,' like I useter do.<br>But strike! You could 'ave outed me in one, when, 'fore I knowed,<br>'E turns around on me and sez, quite narsty, 'You be blowed!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''You'll 'ave ter get ter work,' 'e sez, 'on this 'ere job, or leave.<br>Fer w'y,' 'e sez, 'I'm sick o' this 'ere game o' make-believe.<br>Yer jus' perten' ter work,' 'e sez. 'Yer're loafin' day an' night.<br>Don't grin an' wink at me,' 'e sez, 'yer blanky hippercryte!<br>Wot are yer 'ere fer anny way? Wot did we pay yer for?<br>We wants more solid graft,' 'e sez, 'an' less infernal jore!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'An' that wus 'im I called me pal - me cobber staunch an' true!<br>'E turns around on me like that an' gives me graft ter do!<br>Graft, w'ich was the mean sorter thing I allays 'ad despised.<br>Oh, 'ow wus I ter know 'e wus a sorter John disguised?<br>'E let me loaf fer munce and munce, an' sets me workin' now.<br>An', blimey, Mister, I would work, but, 'struth, I dunno 'ow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dunno 'ow ter do the work; an' spare me, if I did,<br>I couldn't go ter do it, 'cos me doctor 'as forbid.<br>'E sez that I'm worn out in ev'ry part excep' me cheek;<br>An' if I start ter graft I'll go ter pieces in a week.<br>An' if I lose me job I'll 'ave no tucker, bed or roof.<br>For w'y? Me cobber's done me in! 'E's gone and told the troof.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to soothe the stricken Bloke, and still his mournful din;<br>But yet he murmured brokenly, 'Me cobber's done me in!'<br>And if you roam in Spring-street when the House adjourns at night,<br>You'll probably encounter this most pitiable sight.<br>He leans against his post and sobs, prostrated by the news <br>The Bloke whose cobber did him in, the disillusioned Fuse.</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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