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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stror 'At Coot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been!<br>I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?<br>I done me block complete on this Doreen,<br>An' now me 'eart is broke, me life's a wreck!<br>The dreams I dreamed, the dilly thorts I thunk<br>Is up the pole, an' joy 'as done a bunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wimmin! O strike! I orter known the game!<br>Their tricks is crook, their arts is all dead snide.<br>The 'ole world over tarts is all the same;<br>All soft an' smilin' wiv no 'eart inside.<br>But she fair doped me wiv 'er winnin' ways,<br>Then crooled me pitch fer all me mortal days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're all the same! A man 'as got to be<br>Stric' master if 'e wants to snare 'em sure.<br>'E 'as to take a stand an' let 'em see<br>That triflin' is a thing'e won't indure.<br>'E wants to show 'em that 'e 'olds command,<br>So they will smooge an' feed out of 'is 'and.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E needs to make 'em feel 'e is the boss,<br>An' kid 'e's careless uv the joys they give.<br>'E 'as to make 'em think 'e'll feel no loss<br>To part wiv any tart 'e's trackin' wiv.<br>That all their pretty ways is crook pretence<br>Is plain to any bloke wiv common-sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the birds is nestin' in the spring,<br>An' when the soft green leaves is in the bud,<br>'E drops 'is bundle to some fluffy thing.<br>'E pays 'er 'omage—an' 'is name is Mud.<br>She plays wiv'im an' kids 'im on a treat,<br>Until she 'as 'im crawlin' at 'er feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then, when 'e's fair orf 'is top wiv love,<br>When she 'as got 'im good an' 'ad 'er fun,<br>She slings 'im over like a carst-orf glove,<br>To let the other tarts see wot she's done.<br>All vanity, deceit an' 'eartless kid!<br>I orter known; an', spare me days, I did!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knoo. But when I looked into 'er eyes<br>Them shinin' eyes o' blue all soft wiv love<br>Wiv MIMIC love—they seemed to 'ipnertize.<br>I wus content to place 'er 'igh above.<br>I wus content to make of 'er a queen;<br>An' so she seemed them days…O, 'struth!…Doreen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knoo. But when I stroked 'er glossy 'air<br>Wiv rev'rint 'ands, 'er cheek pressed close to mine,<br>Me lonely life seemed robbed of all its care;<br>I dreams me dreams, an' 'ope begun to shine.<br>An' when she 'eld 'er lips fer me to kiss…<br>Ar, wot's the use? I'm done wiv all o' this!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wimmin!…Oh, I ain't jealous! Spare me days!<br>Me? Jealous uv a knock-kneed coot like that!<br>'Im! Wiv 'is cute stror 'at an' pretty ways!<br>I'd be a mug to squeal or whip the cat.<br>I'm glad, I am—glad 'cos I know I'm free!<br>There ain't no call to tork o' jealousy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells meself I'm well out o' the game;<br>Fer look, I mighter married 'er-an' then….<br>Ar strike! 'Er voice wus music when my name<br>Wus on 'er lips on them glad ev'nin's when<br>We useter meet. An' then to think she'd go…<br>No, I ain't jealous—but—Ar, I dunno!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took a derry on this stror 'at coot<br>First time I seen 'im dodgin' round Doreen.<br>'Im, wiv 'is giddy tie an' Yankee soot,<br>Ferever yappin' like a tork-machine<br>About 'The Hoffis' where 'e 'ad a grip….<br>The way 'e smiled at 'er give me the pip!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sez I stoushed 'im, when I promised fair<br>To chuck it, even to a friendly spar.<br>Stoushed 'im! I never roughed 'is pretty 'air!<br>I only spanked 'im gentle, fer 'is mar.<br>If I'd 'a' jabbed 'im once, there would 'a' been<br>An inquest; an' I sez so to Doreen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mighter took an' cracked 'im in the street,<br>When she was wiv 'im there lars' Fridee night.<br>But don't I keep me temper when we met?<br>An' don't I raise me lid an' act perlite?<br>I only jerks me elbow in 'is ribs,<br>To give the gentle office to 'is nibs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stoushed 'im! I owns I met 'im on the quiet,<br>An' worded 'im about a small affair;<br>An' when 'e won't put up 'is 'ands to fight<br>('E sez, 'Fer public brawls 'e didn't care')<br>I lays 'im 'cross me knee, the mother's joy,<br>An' smacks 'im 'earty, like a naughty boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' now Doreen she sez I've broke me vow,<br>An' mags about this coot's pore, 'wounded pride.'<br>An' then, o' course, we 'as a ding-dong row,<br>Wiv 'ot an' stormy words on either side.<br>She sez I done it outer jealousy,<br>An' so, we parts fer ever—'er an' me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me jealous? Jealous of that cross-eyed cow!<br>I set 'im 'cos I couldn't sight 'is face.<br>'Is yappin' fair got on me nerves, some'ow.<br>I couldn't stand 'im 'angin' round 'er place.<br>A coot like that!…But it don't matter much,<br>She's welkim to 'im if she fancies such.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swear I'll never track wiv 'er no more;<br>I'll never look on 'er side o' the street<br>Unless she comes an' begs me pardin for<br>Them things she said to me in angry 'eat.<br>She can't ixpeck fer me to smooge an' crawl.<br>I ain't at ANY woman's beck an' call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wimmin! I've took a tumble to their game.<br>I've got the 'ole bang tribe o' cliners set!<br>The 'ole world over they are all the same:<br>Crook to the core the bunch of 'em—an' yet<br>We could 'a' been that 'appy, 'er an' me…<br>But, wot's it matter? Ain't I glad I'm free?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bloke wiv commin-sense 'as got to own<br>There's little 'appiness in married life.<br>The smoogin' game is better left alone,<br>Fer tarts is few that makes the ideel wife.<br>An' them's the sort that loves wivout disguise,<br>An' thinks the sun shines in their 'usban's' eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the birds is matin' in the spring,<br> An' when the tender leaves begin to bud,<br>A feelin' comes—a dilly sorter thing<br>That seems to sorter swamp 'im like a flood.<br>An' when the fever 'ere inside 'im burns,<br>Then freedom ain't the thing fer wot 'e yearns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I 'ave chucked it all. An' yet—I own<br>I dreams me dreams when soft Spring breezes stirs;<br>An' often, when I'm moonin' 'ere alone,<br>A lispin' maid, wiv 'air an' eyes like 'ers,<br>'Oo calls me 'dad,' she climbs upon me knee,<br>An' yaps 'er pretty baby tork to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sorter see a little 'ouse, it seems,<br>Wiv someone waitin' for me at the gate…<br>Ar, where's the sense in dreamin' barmy dreams,<br>I've dreamed before, and nearly woke too late.<br>Sich 'appiness could never last fer long,<br>We're strangers—'less she owns that she was wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To call 'er back I'll never lift a 'and;<br>She'll never 'ear frum me by word or sign.<br>Per'aps, some day, she'll come to understand<br>The mess she's made o' this 'ere life o' mine.<br>Oh, I ain't much to look at, I admit.<br>But'im! The knock-kneed, swivel-eyed misfit?…</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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I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?
I done me block complete on this Doreen,
An' now me 'eart is broke, me life's a wreck!
The dreams I dreamed, the dilly thorts I thunk
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