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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sentimental Bloke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An'-wilt-yeh-take-this-woman-fer-to-be<br> Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike me! Will I wot? <br>Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! <br> As if 'e thort per'aps I'd rather not! <br> Take 'er? 'E seemed to think 'er kind was got<br>Like cigarette-cards, fer the arstin'. Still,<br> I does me stunt in this 'ere hitchin' rot,<br>An' speaks me piece: 'Righto! ' I sez, 'I will.'<br> <br>'I will,' I sez. An' tho' a joyful shout<br> Come from me bustin' 'eart-I know it did-<br>Me voice got sorter mangled comin' out,<br> An' makes me whisper like a frightened kid.<br> 'I will,' I squeaks. An' I'd 'a' give a quid<br>To 'ad it on the quite, wivout this fuss,<br> An' orl the starin' crowd that Mar 'ad bid<br>To see this solim hitchin' up of us.<br> <br>'Fer-rich-er-er-fer-poorer.' So 'e bleats.<br> 'In-sick-ness-an'-in-'ealth,'... An' there I stands,<br>An' dunno 'arf the chatter I repeats,<br> Nor wot the 'ell to do wiv my two 'ands.<br> But 'e don't 'urry puttin' on our brands -<br>This white-'aired pilot-bloke - but gives it lip,<br> Dressed in 'is little shirt, wiv frills an' bands.<br>'In sick-ness-an'-in-' Ar! I got the pip! <br> <br>An' once I missed me turn; an' Ginger Mick,<br> 'Oo's my best-man, 'e ups an' beefs it out.<br>'I will! ' 'e 'owls; an' fetches me a kick.<br> 'Your turn to chin! ' 'e tips wiv a shout.<br> An' there I'm standin' like a gawky lout.<br>(Aw, spare me! But I seemed to be all 'ands!) <br> An' wonders wot 'e's goin' crook about,<br>Wiv 'arf a mind to crack 'im where 'e stands.<br> <br>O, lumme! But ole Ginger was a trick! <br> Got up regardless fer the solim rite.<br>('E 'awks the bunnies when 'e toils, does Mick) <br> An' twice I saw 'im feelin' fer a light<br> To start a fag; an' trembles lest 'e might,<br>Thro' force o' habit like. 'E's nervis too; <br> That's plain, fer orl 'is air o' bluff an' skite; <br>An' jist as keen as me to see it thro'.<br> <br>But, 'struth, the wimmnin! 'Ow they love this frill! <br> Fer Auntie Liz, an' Mar, o' course, wus there; <br>An' Mar's two uncles' wives, an' Cousin Lil,<br> An' 'arf a dozen more to grin and stare.<br> I couldn't make me 'ands fit anywhere! <br>I felt like I wus up afore the Beak! <br> But my Doreen she never turns a 'air,<br>Nor misses once when it's 'er turn to speak.<br> <br>Ar, strike! No more swell marridges fer me! <br> It seems a blinded year afore 'e's done.<br>We could 'a' fixed it in the registree<br> Twice over 'fore this cove 'ad 'arf begun.<br> I s'pose the wimmin git some sorter fun<br>Wiv all this guyver, an 'is nibs's shirt.<br> But, seems to me, it takes the bloomin' bun,<br>This stylish splicin' uv a bloke an' skirt.<br> <br>'To-be-yer-weddid-wife-' Aw, take a pull! <br> Wot in the 'ell's 'e think I come there for? <br>An' so 'e drawls an' drones until I'm full,<br> An' wants to do a duck clean out the door.<br>An' yet, fer orl 'is 'igh-falutin' jor,<br> Ole Snowy wus a reel good-meanin' bloke.<br> If 'twasn't fer the 'oly look 'e wore<br>Yeh'd think 'e piled it on jist fer a joke.<br> <br>An', when at last 'e shuts 'is little book,<br> I 'eaves a sigh that nearly bust me vest.<br>But 'Eavens! Now 'ere's muvver goin' crook! <br> An' sobbin' awful on me manly chest! <br> (I wish she'd give them water-works a rest.) <br>'My little girl! ' she 'owls. 'O, treat 'er well! <br> She's young - too young to leave 'er muvver's nest! '<br>'Orright, ole chook,' I nearly sez. Oh, 'ell! <br> <br>An' then we 'as a beano up at Mar's -<br> A slap-up feed, wiv wine an' two big geese.<br>Doreen sits next ter me, 'er eyes like stars.<br> O, 'ow I wished their blessed yap would cease! <br> The Parson-bloke 'e speaks a little piece,<br>That makes me blush an' 'ang me silly 'ead.<br> 'E sez 'e 'opes our lovin' will increase -<br>I likes that pilot fer the things 'e said.<br> <br>'E sez Doreen an' me is in a boat,<br> An' sailin' on the matrimonial sea.<br>'E sez as 'ow 'e hopes we'll allus float<br> In peace an' joy, from storm an' danger free.<br> Then muvver gits to weepin' in 'er tea; <br>An' Auntie Liz sobs like a winded colt; <br> An' Cousin Lil comes 'round an' kisses me; <br>Until I feel I'll 'ave to do a bolt.<br> <br>Then Ginger gits end-up an' makes a speech -<br> ('E'd 'ad a couple, but 'e wasn't shick.) <br>'My cobber 'ere,' 'e sez, ''as copped a peach! <br> Of orl the barrer-load she is the pick! <br> I 'opes 'e won't fergit 'is pals too quick<br>As wus 'is frien's in olden days, becors,<br> I'm trusting later on,' sez Ginger Mick,<br>'To celebrate the chris'nin'.'... 'Oly wars! <br> <br>At last Doreen an' me we gits away,<br> An' leaves 'em doin' nothin' to the scram<br>(We're honey-moonin' down beside the Bay.) <br> I gives a 'arf a dollar to the man<br> Wot drives the cab; an' like two kids we ran<br>To ketch the train - Ah, strike! I could 'a' flown! <br> We gets the carridge right agen the van.<br>She whistles, jolts, an' starts... An' we're alone! <br> <br>Doreen an' me! My precious bit o' fluff! <br> Me own true weddid wife! ... An' we're alone! <br>She seems so frail, an' me so big an' rough -<br> I dunno wot this feelin' is that's grown<br> Inside me 'ere that makes me feel I own<br>A thing so tender like I fear to squeeze<br> Too 'ard fer fear she'll break... Then, wiv a groan<br>I starts to 'ear a coot call, 'Tickets, please! '<br> <br>You could 'a' outed me right on the spot! <br> I wus so rattled when that porter spoke. <br>Fer, 'struth! Them tickets I 'ad fair forgot! <br> But 'e fist laughs, an' takes it fer a joke.<br> 'We must ixcuse,' 'e sez, 'new-married folk.' <br>An' I pays up, an' grins, an' blushes red....<br> It shows 'ow married life improves a bloke: <br>If I'd bin single I'd 'a' punched 'is head!</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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 Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike me! Will I wot? 
Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! 
 As if 'e thort per'aps I'd rather not! 
 Take 'er? 'E seemed to think 'er kind was got
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