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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Intro</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Er name's Doreen ...Well, spare me bloomin' days!<br>You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick!<br> Yes, me, that kids meself I know their ways,<br> An' 'as a name for smoogin' in our click!<br>I just lines up 'an tips the saucy wink.<br>But strike! The way she piled on dawg! Yer'd think<br> A bloke was givin' back-chat to the Queen....<br> 'Er name's Doreen.<br> <br>I seen 'er in the markit first uv all,<br>Inspectin' brums at Steeny Isaacs' stall.<br> I backs me barrer in - the same ole way --<br> An' sez, 'Wot O! It's been a bonzer day.<br>'Ow is it fer a walk?' ... Oh, 'oly wars!<br>The sorta look she gimme! Jest becors<br> I tried to chat 'er, like you'd make a start<br> Wiv any tart.<br> <br>An' I kin take me oaf I wus perlite.<br>An' never said no word that wasn't right,<br> An' never tried to maul 'er, or to do<br> A thing yeh might call croook. Ter tell yeh true,<br>I didn't seem to 'ave the nerve -- wiv 'er.<br>I felt as if I couldn't go that fur,<br> An' start to sling of chiack like I used...<br> Not intrajuiced!<br> <br>Nex' time I sighted 'er in Little Bourke,<br>Where she was in a job. I found 'er lurk<br> Wus pastin' labels in a pickle joint,<br> A game that -- any'ow, that ain't the point.<br>Once more I tried to chat 'er in the street,<br>But, bli'me! Did she turn me down a treat!<br> The way she tossed 'er head an' swished 'er skirt!<br> Oh, it wus dirt!<br> <br>A squarer tom, I swear, I never seen,<br>In all me natchril, than this 'ere Doreen.<br> It wer'n't no guyver neither; fer I knoo<br> That any other bloke 'ad Buckley's 'oo<br>Tried fer to pick 'er up. Yes, she was square.<br>She jest sailed by an' lef me standin' there<br> Like any mug. Thinks I, 'I'm out er luck,'<br> And done a duck.<br> <br>Well, I dunno. It's that way wiv a bloke.<br>If she'd ha' breasted up ter me an' spoke.<br> I'd thort 'er jist a common bit er fluff,<br> An' then fergot about 'er, like enough.<br>It's jest like this. The tarts that's 'ard ter get<br>Makes you all 'ot to chase 'em, an' to let<br> The cove called Cupid get a 'ammer-lock;<br> An' lose yer block.<br> <br>I know a bloke 'oo knows a bloke 'oo toils<br>In that same pickle found-ery. ('E boils<br> The cabbitch storks or somethink.) Anyway,<br> I gives me pal the orfis fer to say<br>'E 'as a sister in the trade 'oo's been<br>Out uv a jorb, an' wants ter meet Doreen;<br> Then we kin get an into, if we've luck.<br> 'E sez, 'Ribuck.'<br> <br>O' course we worked the oricle; you bet!<br>But, 'struth, I ain't recovered frum it yet!<br> 'Twas on a Saturdee, in Colluns Street,<br> An' - quite by accident, o' course -- we meet.<br>Me pal 'e trots 'er up an' does the toff --<br>'E allus wus a bloke fer showin' off.<br> 'This ere's Doreen,' 'e sez. 'This 'ere's the Kid.'<br> I dips me lid.<br> <br>'This 'ere's Doreen,' 'e sez. I sez 'Good day.'<br>An' bli'me, I 'ad nothin' more ter say!<br> I couldn't speak a word, or meet 'er eye.<br> Clean done me block! I never been so shy,<br>Not since I was a tiny little cub,<br>An' run the rabbit to the corner pub --<br> Wot time the Summer days wus dry and 'ot --<br> Fer me ole pot.<br> <br>Me! that 'as barracked tarts, an' torked an' larft,<br>An' chucked orf at 'em like a phonergraft!<br> Gorstrooth! I seemed to lose me pow'r o' speech.<br> But 'er! Oh, strike me pink! She is a peach!<br>The sweetest in the barrer! Spare me days,<br>I carn't describe that cliner's winnin' ways.<br> The way she torks! 'Er lips! 'Er eyes! 'Er hair! ...<br> Oh, gimme air!<br> <br>I dunno 'ow I done it in the end.<br>I reckerlect I arst ter be 'er friend;<br> An' tried to play at 'andies in the park,<br> A thing she wouldn't sight. Aw, it's a nark!<br>I gotter swear when I think wot a mug<br>I must 'a' seemed to 'er. But still I 'ug<br> That promise she give me fer the beach.<br> The bonzer peach!<br> <br>Now, as the poit sez, the days drag by<br>On ledding feet. I wish't they'd do a guy.<br> I dunno 'ow I 'ad the nerve ter speak,<br> An' make that meet wiv 'er fer Sundee week!<br>But strike! It's funny wot a bloke'll do<br>When 'e's all out ... She's gorn, when I come-to.<br> I'm yappin' to me cobber uv me mash....<br> I've done me dash!<br> <br>'Er name's Doreen....An' me -- that thort I knoo<br> The ways uv tarts, an' all that smoogin' game!<br>An' so I ort; fer ain't I known a few?<br> Yet some'ow ... I dunno. It ain't the same.<br>I carn't tell wot it is; but all I know,<br>I've dropped me bundle -- an' I'm glad it's so.<br> Fer when I come ter think uv wot I been....<br> 'Er name's Doreen.</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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You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick!
 Yes, me, that kids meself I know their ways,
 An' 'as a name for smoogin' in our click!
I just lines up 'an tips the saucy wink.
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