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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knight's Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The conq'rin' 'ero! Me? Yes, I don't think.<br>This mornin' when I catch the train fer 'ome,<br>It's far more like a walloped pup I slink<br>To kennel, with resolves no more to roam.<br>Crusades is orf. I'm fer the simple life,<br>'Ome with me trustin' wife<br> All safe frum strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've read uv knights returnin' full uv gyp,<br>Back to the bewchus lady in the tower.<br>They never seemed to git dumestic pip<br>In them brave days when knighthood was in flower.<br>But times is changed; an' 'usbands 'as to leed;<br>Fer knight'ood's run to seed;<br> It 'as indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snowy, the parson, came to say farewell<br>'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'You've did a Christian ack <br>A noble deed that you'll be glad to tell<br>An' boast uv to yer wife when you git back.'<br>'Too true,' I sez, reel chirpy. 'She'll be proud,<br> I'll blab it to the crowd -<br> If I'm allowed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Good-bye! Good Luck!' 'e sez. 'I'll see to Rose,<br>Make yer mind easy. Ierdine yer face.<br>Bless yeh! Good luck, young friend!' An' orf we goes <br>Me an' me conscience arguin' the case.<br>An', as we pick up speed an' race along,<br>The rails make up a song:<br>'Yer in all wrong!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yer in all wrong! Yer in all wrong! Yeh blob!<br>Why did yeh want to go an' 'unt fer Spike?<br>Yer in all wrong! Becoz yeh liked the job.<br>That's wot. An' don't pretend yeh didn't like.<br>Yer in all wrong! Wot will yeh tell Doreen?<br>Yeh'll 'ate to 'ave a scene.<br>Don't yeh feel mean?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two stations on, a w'iskered coot gits in<br>I seem to sort uv rekernise, some'ow.<br>But all at once I place 'im, an' I grin.<br>But 'e don't jerry; 'e's stone sober now.<br>It's 'im I scragged in Spadgers - number one -<br>The late suspected gun.<br>It's Danny Dunn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sold that watch yet, ole cobber?' I remarks.<br>'E grabs 'is bag, an' views me battered dile,<br>With sudden fears uv spielers an' their larks.<br>But I ixplain,'an' 'e digs up a smile.<br>'Ah, yes,' 'e drawls. 'We met two nights ago<br> But I was - well, you know <br> Well - jist so-so.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E pipes me dile again, then stammers out,<br>'I'm sorry, sonny. Stone the crows! It's sad<br>To see yer face so orful cut about.<br>I never thort I walloped you so bad.<br>I'm sorry, lad, that we should come to blows.<br>Black eye? An' wot a nose!<br> Oh, stone the crows!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ease 'is guilty mind about me phiz,<br>An' we're good cobbers in a 'arf a tick.<br>Then 'e wades in an' tells me 'oo 'e is -<br>('E ain't a bad ole coot when 'e ain't shick) -<br>'I ain't dead broke,' 'e sez. 'That night, yeh know,<br>I was cleaned out uv dough,<br>An' - well - so-so.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lookin' fer land 'e is; an' 'as 'is eye<br>Upon a little farm jist close to me.<br>If 'e decides to take it by-an'-by,<br>'Why, stone the crows! I'll look yous up,' sez 'e.<br>'I need some friends: I ain't got wife nor chick;<br>An' yous will like me quick <br>When I ain't shick.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I leaves 'im tork. Me own affairs won't let<br>Me pay much 'eed to all 'e 'as to say.<br>But, while 'e's spoutin', sudden like I get<br>A bright idear that brings one 'opeful ray.<br>One thing I 'eard pertickler while 'e spoke;<br> 'E is a single bloke.<br>I lets that soak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But later on I wished 'e'd sling 'is mag.<br>The nearer 'ome I get the worse I feel;<br>The worse I feel, the more I chew the rag;<br>The more I chew the rag, this crooked deal<br>I've served Doreen looks black an' blacker yet.<br>I worry till I get<br>All one cold sweat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk 'ome frum the station, thinkin' 'ard.<br>Wot can I tell me wife? Gawstruth! I been<br>Eight long years wed, an' never 'ad to guard<br>Me tongue before. Wot can I tell Doreen?<br>An' there she's waitin' 'arf ways down our hill…<br>She takes one look… 'Why! Bill!'<br>I stands stock still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, yes, me face,' I larfs. 'O' course. Me face.<br>I clean fergot. I - well - to tell the truth,<br>I - Don't look scared - I - 0h, it's no disgrace.<br>That dentist. Yes, yes! Pullin' out me tooth.<br>Reel butcher. Nearly frachered both me jors.<br>Yes, dear, let's go indoors.'<br>(Wow! 'Oly wars!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor Bill! Poor Dear! 'E must 'ave been a brute.'<br>She kisses me fair on me busted lip;<br>An' all me fears is stilled be that serloot.<br>Ar, wot a fool I was to 'ave the pip.<br>The game is mine before I 'ardly tried.<br>Dead easy, 'ow I lied!<br>I'm 'ome an' dried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet .. . I dunno. Me triump' don't last long.'<br>Twuz low down, some way, 'ow I took 'er in <br>Like pinchin' frum a kid. I feel dead wrong.<br>The parson calls it 'conshusniss uv sin.'<br>I might be; but it's got me worried now:<br>An' conshuns is a cow,<br>That I'll allow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take it frum me. To 'ave a lovin' wife<br>Fussin' an' pettin' you, jist through a lie <br>Like 'er this ev'nin' - crools all married life.<br>If you can't look 'er fair bang in the eye<br>An' feel you've earned that trust frum first to last.<br>You're 'eadin' downward fast…<br>But Rose - Oh, blast!</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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This mornin' when I catch the train fer 'ome,
It's far more like a walloped pup I slink
To kennel, with resolves no more to roam.
Crusades is orf. I'm fer the simple life,
'Ome with me trustin' wife
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