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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E sez to me, 'Wot's orl this flamin' war?<br>The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.<br>An'wot's ole England got snake-'eaded for?<br>An' wot's the strength uv callin' out our chaps?'<br>'E sez to me, 'Struth! Don't she rule the sea?<br>Wot does she want wiv us?' 'e sez to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole Ginger Mick is loadin' up 'is truck<br>One mornin' in the markit feelin' sore.<br>'E sez to me, 'Well, mate, I've done me luck;<br>An' Rose is arstin', 'Wot about this war?'<br>I'm gone a tenner at the two-up school;<br>The game is crook, an' Rose is turnin' cool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E sez to me, ''Ow is it fer a beer?'<br>I tips 'im 'ow I've told me wife, Doreen,<br>That when I comes down to the markit 'ere<br>I dodges pubs, an' chucks the tipple, clean.<br>Wiv 'er an' kid alone up on the farm<br>She's full uv fancies that I'll come to 'arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Enpecked!' 'e sez. An' then, 'Ar, I dunno.<br>I wouldn't mind if I wus in yer place.<br>I've 'arf a mind to give cold tea a go <br>It's no game, pourin' snake-juice in yer face.<br>But, lad, I 'ave to, wiv the thirst I got.<br>I'm goin' over now to stop a pot.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E goes acrost to find a pint a 'ome;<br>An' meets a pal an' keeps another down.<br>Ten minutes later, when 'e starts to roam<br>Back to the markit, wiv an ugly frown,<br>'E spags a soljer bloke 'oo's passin' by,<br>An' sez 'e'd like to dot 'im in the eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your sort,' sez Mick, 'don't know yer silly mind!<br>They lead yeh like a sheep; it's time yeh woke <br>The 'eads is makin' piles out uv your kind!'<br>'Aw, git yer 'ead read!' sez the soljer bloke.<br>'Struth! 'e wus willin' wus that Kharki' chap;<br>I 'ad me work cut out to stop a scrap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An 'as the soljer fades acrost the street,<br>Mick strikes a light an' sits down on 'is truck,<br>An' chews 'is fag - a sign 'is nerve is beat <br>An' swears a bit, an' sez 'e's done is luck.<br>'E grouches there ten minutes, maybe more,<br>Then sez quite sudden, 'Blarst the flamin'war!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jist then a motor car goes glidin' by<br>Wiv two fat toffs be'ind two fat cigars;<br>Mick twigs 'em frum the corner uv 'is eye <br>'I 'ope,' 'e sez, 'the 'Uns don't git my cars.<br>Me di'mons, too, don't let me sleep a wink…<br>Ar, 'Struth! I'd fight fer that sort - I don't think.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E sits there while I 'arness up me prad,<br>Chewin' 'is gag an' starin' at the ground.<br>I tumbles that 'e's got the joes reel bad,<br>An' don't say nothin' till 'e comes around.<br>'E sez 'is luck's a nark, an' swears some more.<br>An' then: 'Wot is the strength uv this 'ere war?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'im wot I read about the 'Uns,<br>An' wot they done in Beljum an' in France,<br>Wiv drivin' Janes an' kids before their guns,<br>An' never givin' blokes a stray dawg's chance;<br>An' 'ow they thing they got the whole world beat.<br>Sez 'e, 'I'll crack the first Ducth cow I meet!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mick listen, while I tell 'im 'ow they starts<br>Be burnin' pore coves 'omes an' killin' kids,<br>An' comin' it reel crook wiv decent tarts,<br>An' fightin' foul, as orl the rules forbids,<br>Leavin' a string uv stiff-uns in their track.<br>Sez Mick, 'The dirt cows! They wants a crack!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E chews it over soid fer a bit,<br>Workin' 'is copper-top a double shift.<br>I don't need specs to see that 'e wus 'it<br>be somethin' more than Rosie's little rift.<br>'If they'd done that,' 'e sez, 'out 'ere - Ar, rats!<br>Why don't ole Eng;and belt 'em in the slats?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Mick gits up an' starts another fag.<br>'Ar, well,' 'e sez, 'it's no affair uv mine,<br>If I don't work they'd pinch me on the vag;<br>But I'm not keen to fight so toffs kin dine<br>On pickled olives . . . Blarst the flamin' war!<br>I ain't got nothin' worth the fightin' for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So long,' 'e sez. 'I got ter trade me stock;<br>An' when yeh 'ear I've took a soljer's job<br>I gave yeh leave to say I've done me block<br>An' got a flock uv weevils in me knob.'<br>An' then, orf-'anded-like, 'e arsts me: 'Say,<br>Wot are they slingin' soljers fer their pay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'im; an' 'e sez to me, 'So long.<br>Some day this rabbit trade will git me beat.'<br>An' Ginger Mick shoves thro' the markit throng,<br>An' gits 'is barrer out into the street.<br>An' as 'e goes, I 'ears 'is gentle roar:<br>'Rabbee! Wile Rabbee! . . . Blarst the flamin' war!'</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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The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.
An'wot's ole England got snake-'eaded for?
An' wot's the strength uv callin' out our chaps?'
'E sez to me, 'Struth! Don't she rule the sea?
Wot does she want w..."></div>
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