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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Joy Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to think<br>Of what I 'eard an' seen;<br>Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung<br>Across the wrecked machine;<br>An' Rose, 'er far all chiner-white<br>Against the gory green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now 'Arry Cox 'e drives a car<br>For Doctor Percy Gray.<br>Ses 'e to me: 'On Sund'y nex'<br>The Doc. will be away.<br>'Ow is it for a little trip<br>To Fernville for the day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know two bonzer girls,' 'e ses;<br>'Fair 'otties, both, they are.<br>There's Rose who serves behind the joint<br>In Mudge's privit bar,<br>An' Lena Crump who jerks the pump<br>Down at the Southern Star.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, who'd refuse a Sund'y trip<br>With girls an' all give in?<br>The car was there an' oil to spare.<br>To rat would be a sin!<br>An' who'd refuse a dropp o' booze<br>When pals is flush o' tin?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wot all the courts an' papers say<br>Can't add to my distress....<br>Rose, with the blood upon 'er face<br>An' on 'er crumpled dress!<br>An' that poor champ who got the bump <br>Ah, Gawd! 'E was a mess!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls 'ad stout at ten mile out,<br>An' we was drinkin' beer.<br>I swear they lies like 'ell who ses<br>That we was on our ear!<br>For, or we was both, I take me oath,<br>As sober as me here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Lena was a dashin' piece,<br>'Igh-spirited an' flash.<br>'Twas plain enough to me that day<br>That 'Arry'd done 'is dash.<br>An' Rose - (Ah! how 'er eyes did stare)<br>Rose was my speshul mash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's easy now fer folks to talk<br>who might have done the same.<br>We meant no 'arm to anyone,<br>An' 'Arry knew 'is game.<br>'Twas like a flash, the skid - the crash.<br>An' we was not to blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wisht I could shut out that sight;<br>fergit that awful row!<br>Poor Rose! 'Er face all chiner-white,<br>Like I can see it now;<br>An' 'Arry like a heap o' clothes<br>Jist chucked there any'ow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They ses we painted Fernville red;<br>They ses that we was gay;<br>But wot come after dull's me mind<br>To wot them liars say. <br>We never dreamed of death an' 'ell<br>When we set out that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas ev'nin' when we turned for 'ome:<br>The moon shone full that night:<br>An' for a mile or more ahead<br>The road lay gleamin' white:<br>An' Rose sat close aside o' me.<br>'Er face turned to the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wot if we sung a song or two?<br>Wot it they 'eard us shout?<br>Is song an' laughter things to curse<br>An' make a fuss about?<br>'Go faster! faster!' Lena screams.<br> An' 'Arry let 'er out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd give me soul jist to ferget.<br>Lord! how 'er eyes did stare!<br>'Er kisses warm upon me lips,<br>I seen 'er lyin' there.<br>Blood on 'er face, all chiner-white,<br>An' on 'er yeller 'air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never took no 'eed o' pace<br>(I've been on twenty trips).<br>An' Rose was restin' in me arms,<br>'Er cheek against my lips.<br>A precious lot I dream of skids,<br>A lot I thought of slips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only know we never thinks <br>I know we never dreams<br>Of folk walkin' on that road;<br>Till, sudden, Lena screams....<br>An', after that, the sights I saw<br>I've seen again in dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We never seen the bloke ahead!<br>'Ow can they call us rash?<br>I jist seen 'Arry move to shove<br>'Is arm around 'is mash;<br>I seen 'er jump to grab the wheel,<br>Then, Lord!...there came the smash!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aw, they can blame an' cry their shame!<br>It ain't for that I care.<br>I held 'er in my arms an' laughed....<br>Then seen 'er lying' there,<br>The moonlight streamin' on 'er face,<br>An' on 'er yeller 'air.</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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Of what I 'eard an' seen;
Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung
Across the wrecked machine;
An' Rose, 'er far all chiner-white
Against the gory green.

Now 'Arry Cox 'e drives a car
For Doctor Percy Gray.
Ses 'e to me:..."></div>
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