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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faltering Knight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life,<br>A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,<br>Dreams dilly dreams, then wakes to find a wife<br>An' fambly round 'im - all 'is young days done.<br>An', gazin' back, sees in 'is youth a man<br>Scarce reckernised. It fair knocks in me can!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ther's me. I never seemed to mark no change<br>As I mooched on through life frum year to year;<br>An' yet, at times it seems to me dead strange<br>That me, uv old, is me, 'oo's sittin' 'ere.<br>Per'aps it ain't. 'E was a crook young coot,<br>While I'm a sturdy farmer, growin' froot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, all the same, 'e wouldn't back an' fill,<br>An' argue with 'imself, an' 'esitate,<br>Once 'e 'ad seen the way. 'E'd find the will<br>To go an' do the thing 'e 'ad to, straight.<br>That's 'ow I was; an' now-Ar, strike a light!<br>Life gits so mixed I can't git nothin' right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wot's the use? A bloke 'as got to own,<br>When once 'e 'as responsibility,<br>Ther's certin games is better left alone<br>Wot might be done if 'e was only free.<br>Ther's certin things - Oh, wot's the flamin' good?<br>A 'usband alwiz gits misun'erstood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's no use hintin'. If yeh want it straight,<br>Me an' me wife ain't seenin' eye to eye:<br>All ain't been peace an' 'armony uv late,<br>An' clouds is comin' up in our clear sky.<br>I ain't to blame, an' yet, no more's Doreen.<br>It's jist 'ard Fate 'as shoved 'is oar between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All marrid blokes will understand me well.<br>I ain't addressin' no remarks to those<br>'0o've learnt but 'arf uv life. The things I tell<br>Is fer the ears uv fellermen that knows:<br>Them symperthetic 'usbands 'oo 'ave 'eard<br>The fog-'orn soundin' in the wifely word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fer when stern jooty grips a 'usband's 'eart<br>(That's me) an' eggs 'im on to start a scene<br>That's like to tear two 'appy lives apart,<br>In spite uv all 'er carin' (That's Doreen)<br>Why, there you 'ave a story that would make<br>A bonzer movie - with a bit uv fake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'ere's the plot. When my pal, Ginger Mick,<br>Chucked in 'is alley in this war we won,<br>'E left things tangled; fer 'e went too quick<br>Fer makin' last requests uv anyone.<br>'E jist sez to the world, when last 'e spoke,<br>'Look after Rose!' . . . 'E was a trustful bloke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rose lives in Spadgers Lane. She lived, them days,<br>Fer Mick's returnin'. When 'e never came,<br>If she lost 'old, an' took to careless ways,<br>Well, I ain't sayin' she was much to blame.<br>An' I don't worry, till I 'ear she's took,<br>Or thinks uv takin' on to ways that's crook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although I'm vegetatin' on a farm,<br>I gets a city whisper now an' then.<br>An' when I 'ear she's like to come to 'arm<br>Amongst a push uv naughty spieler men,<br>I gets the wind up. This is all I see:<br>Mick was my cobber; so it's up to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's all I see, quite clear, with my two eyes.<br>But marrid blokes will understand once more,<br>When I remarks that marrid blokes is wise<br>'Oo 'ave the sense to take a squint through four.<br>Four eyes is needed in reviewin' plans -<br>Their vision's broader than a single man's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when them four eyes sees two ways at once <br>Gets crossed - Ar, well, ther's things in marrid life<br>For which a hint's enough fer any dunce.<br>Ther's certin things between a man an' wife<br>That can't be quite - But take this fer a fack:<br>Don't start things uv a mornin'. It ain't tack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was me first bad break. I should 'ave seen<br>The supper things washed up, an' 'elped a bit,<br>An' then 'ave broke it gently to Doreen,<br>Promiscus, like I jist 'ad thought uv it.<br>But I done worse. I blurts wot I'd to say<br>Upon the mornin' uv a washin' day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's gumption fer yeh. eight years I been hitched <br>Eight years uv trainin', an' I fall down flat!<br>Like some poor, love-sick softy 'oo gets switched<br>Fer tellin' 'sweetie' 'e don't like 'er 'at,<br>When she's jist come frum 'avin' rows no end<br>About it's trimmin' with 'er dearest friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owns me ta'tic's crook. But, all the same,<br>Ther' weren't no need fer certin things she said.<br>Wantin' to do good acts don't call fer blame,<br>Even on tackless 'usban's, eight years wed.<br>A bloke 'oo jist suggests a 'armless plan<br>Don't need remindin' 'e's a marrid man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Struth! Don't I know it? Can I well ferget<br>While I still 'ave two 'ealthy ears to 'ark?<br>Not that she torks an' mags a lot; but yet<br>Ther's somethin' in 'er choice uv a remark<br>That gets there, worse than yappin' all day long,<br>An' makes me pure intentions look dead wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems it ain't right fer a marrid bloke<br>To rescue maids. I starts to answer back;<br>But got took up before I 'ardly spoke,<br>An' innercent designs is painted black.<br>I calls attention to the knights uv old;<br>But tin knights an' romance iist leaves 'er cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read 'er meanin' plain in 'er cool eye.<br>Aw, strike! I ain't admirin' Rose!… Wot?… Me!<br>But when 'er look sez 'Rats!' where's the reply<br>A man can give, an' keep 'is dignity?<br>It can't be done. When they git on that lay,<br>Wise coves adjourns the meet, an' fades away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's wot I done. I gits out uv the 'ouse<br>All dignified. An', jist to show 'er 'ow<br>Reel unconcerned I am, I starts to rouse<br>Me neighbour, Wally Free, about 'is cow<br>Wot's got in to me cabbages, an' et<br>Close on a row uv 'em. I'll shoot 'er yet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(A batchelor 'e is, this Wally Free <br>A soljer bloke that come this way last year<br>An' took the little farm nex' door to me.)<br>When I gets mad, 'e grins frum ear to ear,<br>An' sez, 'Cool orf,' 'e sez. 'It's plain your wool<br>'As been pulled 'ard this mornin'.' 'E's a fool!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If 'e don't mend that fence . . . Ar, wot's the good?<br>I lets 'im go, an' sneaks be'ind the shed,<br>An' sits there broodin' on a pile uv wood…<br>Ther's certin things she might 'ave left unsaid.<br>Ther' wasn't nothin' fer to make 'er go<br>An' dig up chance remarks uv years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me problem's this: Either I 'urts Doreen,<br>By doin' things with which she don't agree,<br>Or lets Rose slide, an' treats me cobber mean <br>Ole Ginger Mick, 'oo 'ad no friend but me.<br>I ain't a ringtail; but, by gum, it's tough.<br>I loves me wife too much to treat 'er rough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I was single . . . 'Struth! 'Oo wants to be?<br>Fool batchelors can larf their silly larf,<br>An' kid theirselves they got a pull on me.<br>I'm out uv sorts, that's all; an' more than 'arf<br>Inclined to give some coot a crack, right now<br>Fer pref'rince, some insultin' single cow!</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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A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,
Dreams dilly dreams, then wakes to find a wife
An' fambly round 'im - all 'is young days done.
An', gazin' back, sees in 'is youth a man
Scarce reckernis..."></div>
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