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 lurk | A |
| To act deceivin' or to treat 'er mean | B |
| I'm old enough to know them games don't work | A |
| Not with Doreen | B |
| Besides deceit ain't in me bag uv tricks | C |
| I got a few but there is some that sticks | C |
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| Sticks in me gizzard Some blokes sees no wrong | D |
| In workin' points an' thinks it bonzer sport | E |
| To trifle with a wife's belief so long | D |
| As they ain't cort | E |
| But when yeh play the game on dead straight lines | F |
| It 'urts to be accused uv base designs | F |
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| It starts this mornin' I wake with a tooth | G |
| That's squirmin' like a basketful uv snakes | H |
| Per'aps I groan a bit to tell the truth | G |
| An' then she wakes | H |
| An' arsts me wot I'm makin' faces for | I |
| I glare at 'er an' nurse me achin' jor | I |
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| That was no very 'appy mornin' song | D |
| I ain't excusin' my end uv the joke | J |
| But after that things seem to go all wrong | D |
| She never spoke | J |
| One narsty word but while the chops she serves | K |
| 'Er shrieks uv silence fair got on me nerves | K |
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| She might 'ave arst wot ailed me Spare me days I | L |
| She seen that I was crook She seen me face | M |
| Swelled like a poisoned pup's She only says | N |
| 'Please to say grace ' | - |
| I mumbles Then in tones that wakes brute force | O |
| She twitters 'Will yeh take termarter sorce ' | - |
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| I could n't eat no breakfast Just the sight | P |
| Uv sweet things give me tooth a new worse ache | Q |
| Sez she 'You seem to lost yer apetite | P |
| 'Ave some seed cake ' | - |
| Seed cake Gawstruth I'm there in agerny | B |
| An' she 'oo swore to love sits mockin' me | R |
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| At last when our small son gits orf to school | S |
| I goes an' sits down sulkin' on a couch | T |
| ''Ave you a toothache Bill ' sez she quite cool | S |
| 'Or jist plain grouch | T |
| Yer face looks funny P'raps yer gittin' fat ' | - |
| I glare at 'er an' answer 'Huh ' like that | P |
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| That one word 'Huh ' said in a certain way | U |
| 'Eart felt an' with intention it can well | V |
| Make the beginnin's uv a perfick day | U |
| A perfick 'ell | V |
| So I sez 'Huh an' then done my ole trick | W |
| A low down lurk uv gittin' orf stage quick | W |
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| It was a slap up day The wattle's gold | P |
| 'Ad jist began to peep among the green | B |
| An' dafferdils commencin' to unfold | P |
| They make the scene | B |
| A pitcher that 'Struth 'Ow that tooth did ache | Q |
| An' cravin' symperthy I git seed cake | Q |
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| It was a bonzer day The thrush's song | D |
| Rose like a nymn A touch uv queer remorse | O |
| Gits me fer 'arf a mo' then goes all wrong | D |
| Ter marter sorce | O |
| Women don't understand it's all too plain | B |
| Termarter sorce she sez an' me in pain | B |
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| I dunno 'ow the mornin' muddled through | I |
| That naggin' tooth was gittin' reel red 'ot | P |
| I 'ad a 'arf a dozen things to do | P |
| An' slummed the lot | P |
| Then jist before I goes fer mornin' tea | P |
| I start another row with Wally Free | P |
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| I tells 'im if that fence ain't mended now | B |
| I'll summons 'im But 'e jist stands an' grins | X |
| 'E's always grinnin' Silly lookin' cow I | L |
| An' fer two pins | X |
| I'd go acrost an' give 'is eye a poke | J |
| 'E's far too 'appy fer a single bloke | J |
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| While I am boilin' 'ot Doreen conies out | P |
| To call me fer me mornin' cup o' tea | P |
| I turn an' answer with a savage shout | P |
| 'Dear me ' sez she | P |
| 'You seem to be put out this mornin' Bill | V |
| '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 go | Y |
| When once we git inside an' ease me mind | P |
| By tellin' 'er some things she ought to know | Y |
| I seemed to find | P |
| A lot uv things that 'elped to make me sore | I |
| An' they remind me uv a 'ole lot more | I |
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| I tells 'er that no wife 'oo was n't blind | P |
| Would treat 'er 'usban' like a block uv wood | P |
| I sez I could n't understand 'er mind | P |
| Blowed if I could | P |
| I tells 'er that no woman with a brain | B |
| An' 'eart would smile to see a man in pain | B |
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| I sez some wives some sorts uv wives uv course | O |
| If you was lyin' dead no more to wake | Q |
| Would arst yeh if yeh liked termarter sorse | O |
| Or else seed cake | Q |
| I sez I don't look for no fond caress | O |
| But symperthy an' un'erstandin' Yes | O |
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| I sez sarcastic that I 'ave no doubt | P |
| Some wives might think termarters an' seed cake | Q |
| Was 'andy sorts uv things to 'ave about | P |
| To stop toothache | P |
| But wot I liked in wives once in a while | V |
| Was commin sense An' 'ere I seen 'er smile | V |
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| An' then I sez 'Gorbli' me Ain't I worked | P |
| Me fingers to the bone an' toiled an' slaved | P |
| Some fellers if their wives 'ad smiled an' sn drked | P |
| An' so be'aved' | P |
| She pours the tea an' 'ands acrost my cup | Z |
| 'Would lose their tempers yes an' smash things up ' | - |
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| I sez h other things in that same strain | B |
| I ain't got any fancy to recall | V |
| That tooth jist 'ad me jumpin' mad with pain | B |
| But through it all | V |
| With them fool speeches bubblin' in me throat | P |
| I saw meself a bleatin' babblin' goat | P |
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| I gulps me tea already 'arf ashamed | P |
| Uv more than 'arf I'd said But is me wife | A2 |
| All 'umble like a woman 'oo's been blamed | P |
| Not on yer life | A2 |
| She answers me as if she was me mar | I |
| 'There there ' she sez 'Wot a big kid you are ' | - |
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| I gulps more tea an' tells 'er anyway | U |
| Me toothache ain't a thing to joke about | P |
| An' I will 'ave to go to town to day | U |
| An' 'ave it out | P |
| At that she looks at me with 'er calm eyes | O |
| Searchin' me through an' through 'fore she replies | O |
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| Then 'Bill ' sez she 'tell me the honest truth | G |
| Does your tooth ache or is this an excuse | O |
| Why yesterd'y you 'ad no achin' tooth | G |
| Aw wot's the use | O |
| 'Excuse Wot for ' I yells But she sez 'Oh | B2 |
| 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 mind | P |
| Yeh think I can't read wonien's thoughts I s'pose | O |
| Yeh think that I planned this so I could find | P |
| Wot's 'appened Rose | O |
| Yeh think I've come the double lied an' schemed | P |
| About a thing I never even dreamed | P |
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| 'Yeh think ' 'There there ' she sez to me again | B |
| Soothin' an' soft still like a patient mar | I |
| 'It's plain you'll never understand you men | B |
| Wot women are | I |
| Their thorts their feelin's 'ow they fear an' doubt | P |
| Why Bill it's only you I think about ' | - |
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| I knoo Somewhere inside me silly nob | C2 |
| I knoo wot thort it is she won't explain | B |
| She feared if I got with the old crook mob | C2 |
| In Spadgers Lane | B |
| That I might miss the step I've never queered | P |
| The pitch in eight long years an' yet she feared | P |
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| 'I'll promise you ' I starts But she sez 'Don't | P |
| Don't promise wot you might regret some day | P |
| I trust you Bill an' well I know you won't | P |
| Choose the wrong way | P |
| Women are silly sometimes Let's ferget | P |
| All that was said Is that tooth achin' yet ' | - |
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| I gives it up It's fairly got me beat | P |
| The twists an' turin' uv a wonian's mind | P |
| Nex' thing she's smilin' up at me so sweet | P |
| So soft an' kind | P |
| That I with things still in me mind to tell | V |
| I melts jist like I always do Ah well | V |
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| It was a snodger day The apple trees | O |
| Was white with bloom All things seemed good to me | P |
| Except that tooth Then by the fence I sees | O |
| Poor Wally Free | P |
| Pretendin' to be happy with 'is plough | B |
| Poor lonely coot I pity 'im some'ow | Y |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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