Termarter Sorce Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII DJDJKK LMN O PQP BR STST P UVUVWW PBPBQQ DODOBB IPPPPP BXLXJJ PPPPV YPYPII PPPPBB OQOQOO PQPPVV PPPPZ BVBVPP PA2PA2I UPUPOO GOGOB2 POPOPP BIBIP C2BC2BPP PPPPP PPPPVV OPOPBY

It wasn't kid stakes I 'ad no crook lurkA
To act deceivin' or to treat 'er meanB
I'm old enough to know them games don't workA
Not with DoreenB
Besides deceit ain't in me bag uv tricksC
I got a few but there is some that sticksC
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Sticks in me gizzard Some blokes sees no wrongD
In workin' points an' thinks it bonzer sportE
To trifle with a wife's belief so longD
As they ain't cortE
But when yeh play the game on dead straight linesF
It 'urts to be accused uv base designsF
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It starts this mornin' I wake with a toothG
That's squirmin' like a basketful uv snakesH
Per'aps I groan a bit to tell the truthG
An' then she wakesH
An' arsts me wot I'm makin' faces forI
I glare at 'er an' nurse me achin' jorI
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That was no very 'appy mornin' songD
I ain't excusin' my end uv the jokeJ
But after that things seem to go all wrongD
She never spokeJ
One narsty word but while the chops she servesK
'Er shrieks uv silence fair got on me nervesK
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She might 'ave arst wot ailed me Spare me days IL
She seen that I was crook She seen me faceM
Swelled like a poisoned pup's She only saysN
'Please to say grace '-
I mumbles Then in tones that wakes brute forceO
She twitters 'Will yeh take termarter sorce '-
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I could n't eat no breakfast Just the sightP
Uv sweet things give me tooth a new worse acheQ
Sez she 'You seem to lost yer apetiteP
'Ave some seed cake '-
Seed cake Gawstruth I'm there in agernyB
An' she 'oo swore to love sits mockin' meR
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At last when our small son gits orf to schoolS
I goes an' sits down sulkin' on a couchT
''Ave you a toothache Bill ' sez she quite coolS
'Or jist plain grouchT
Yer face looks funny P'raps yer gittin' fat '-
I glare at 'er an' answer 'Huh ' like thatP
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That one word 'Huh ' said in a certain wayU
'Eart felt an' with intention it can wellV
Make the beginnin's uv a perfick dayU
A perfick 'ellV
So I sez 'Huh an' then done my ole trickW
A low down lurk uv gittin' orf stage quickW
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It was a slap up day The wattle's goldP
'Ad jist began to peep among the greenB
An' dafferdils commencin' to unfoldP
They make the sceneB
A pitcher that 'Struth 'Ow that tooth did acheQ
An' cravin' symperthy I git seed cakeQ
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It was a bonzer day The thrush's songD
Rose like a nymn A touch uv queer remorseO
Gits me fer 'arf a mo' then goes all wrongD
Ter marter sorceO
Women don't understand it's all too plainB
Termarter sorce she sez an' me in painB
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I dunno 'ow the mornin' muddled throughI
That naggin' tooth was gittin' reel red 'otP
I 'ad a 'arf a dozen things to doP
An' slummed the lotP
Then jist before I goes fer mornin' teaP
I start another row with Wally FreeP
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I tells 'im if that fence ain't mended nowB
I'll summons 'im But 'e jist stands an' grinsX
'E's always grinnin' Silly lookin' cow IL
An' fer two pinsX
I'd go acrost an' give 'is eye a pokeJ
'E's far too 'appy fer a single blokeJ
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While I am boilin' 'ot Doreen conies outP
To call me fer me mornin' cup o' teaP
I turn an' answer with a savage shoutP
'Dear me ' sez sheP
'You seem to be put out this mornin' BillV
'E'll mend the fence all right I'm sure 'e will '-
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'Aw It ain't that ' I sez Then I let goY
When once we git inside an' ease me mindP
By tellin' 'er some things she ought to knowY
I seemed to findP
A lot uv things that 'elped to make me soreI
An' they remind me uv a 'ole lot moreI
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I tells 'er that no wife 'oo was n't blindP
Would treat 'er 'usban' like a block uv woodP
I sez I could n't understand 'er mindP
Blowed if I couldP
I tells 'er that no woman with a brainB
An' 'eart would smile to see a man in painB
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I sez some wives some sorts uv wives uv courseO
If you was lyin' dead no more to wakeQ
Would arst yeh if yeh liked termarter sorseO
Or else seed cakeQ
I sez I don't look for no fond caressO
But symperthy an' un'erstandin' YesO
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I sez sarcastic that I 'ave no doubtP
Some wives might think termarters an' seed cakeQ
Was 'andy sorts uv things to 'ave aboutP
To stop toothacheP
But wot I liked in wives once in a whileV
Was commin sense An' 'ere I seen 'er smileV
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An' then I sez 'Gorbli' me Ain't I workedP
Me fingers to the bone an' toiled an' slavedP
Some fellers if their wives 'ad smiled an' sn drkedP
An' so be'aved'P
She pours the tea an' 'ands acrost my cupZ
'Would lose their tempers yes an' smash things up '-
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I sez h other things in that same strainB
I ain't got any fancy to recallV
That tooth jist 'ad me jumpin' mad with painB
But through it allV
With them fool speeches bubblin' in me throatP
I saw meself a bleatin' babblin' goatP
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I gulps me tea already 'arf ashamedP
Uv more than 'arf I'd said But is me wifeA2
All 'umble like a woman 'oo's been blamedP
Not on yer lifeA2
She answers me as if she was me marI
'There there ' she sez 'Wot a big kid you are '-
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I gulps more tea an' tells 'er anywayU
Me toothache ain't a thing to joke aboutP
An' I will 'ave to go to town to dayU
An' 'ave it outP
At that she looks at me with 'er calm eyesO
Searchin' me through an' through 'fore she repliesO
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Then 'Bill ' sez she 'tell me the honest truthG
Does your tooth ache or is this an excuseO
Why yesterd'y you 'ad no achin' toothG
Aw wot's the useO
'Excuse Wot for ' I yells But she sez 'OhB2
If it's that bad I s'pose you'll 'aye to go '-
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'Excuse ' I sez 'I know wot's in yer mindP
Yeh think I can't read wonien's thoughts I s'poseO
Yeh think that I planned this so I could findP
Wot's 'appened RoseO
Yeh think I've come the double lied an' schemedP
About a thing I never even dreamedP
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'Yeh think ' 'There there ' she sez to me againB
Soothin' an' soft still like a patient marI
'It's plain you'll never understand you menB
Wot women areI
Their thorts their feelin's 'ow they fear an' doubtP
Why Bill it's only you I think about '-
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I knoo Somewhere inside me silly nobC2
I knoo wot thort it is she won't explainB
She feared if I got with the old crook mobC2
In Spadgers LaneB
That I might miss the step I've never queeredP
The pitch in eight long years an' yet she fearedP
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'I'll promise you ' I starts But she sez 'Don'tP
Don't promise wot you might regret some dayP
I trust you Bill an' well I know you won'tP
Choose the wrong wayP
Women are silly sometimes Let's fergetP
All that was said Is that tooth achin' yet '-
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I gives it up It's fairly got me beatP
The twists an' turin' uv a wonian's mindP
Nex' thing she's smilin' up at me so sweetP
So soft an' kindP
That I with things still in me mind to tellV
I melts jist like I always do Ah wellV
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It was a snodger day The apple treesO
Was white with bloom All things seemed good to meP
Except that tooth Then by the fence I seesO
Poor Wally FreeP
Pretendin' to be happy with 'is ploughB
Poor lonely coot I pity 'im some'owY

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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