The Disillusioned Fuse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFF GGGEE H GGII JJ GG EEKKL MM EN HHAAF EEAAOP AAQQH R AAGG| Beneath a lamp in Spring street on a recent calm spring night | A |
| I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight | A |
| A sorry spectacle of woe a limp despondent Bloke | B |
| Who leaned against a post and sobbed and said his heart was broke | B |
| 'I've lorst me trust in 'uman men I've done me dash ter day | C |
| Fer my own cobber's done me in and guv me game away ' | D |
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| 'Nay nay ' said I 'cheer up good Bloke The prospect may look blue | E |
| But Fate is wont to deal hard knocks to folk like me and you | E |
| Remember men have fought and won an uphill fight before | F |
| Pray tell me what's befallen you that you should grieve so sore | F |
| Say has your wife deserted you or have you lost your tin ' | - |
| But still the Bloke said bitterly 'Me cobber's done me in ' | - |
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| 'Me moniker's Deakook ' he said 'but blokes calls me 'The Fuse ' | - |
| Oh 'struth I nearly dropped me bundle when I 'eard the noos | G |
| I gets a job o' work to do a real soft cop it wus | G |
| With no foreman over me ter see 'ow much I does | G |
| Excep' some coves they calls the Press a noisy sorter crew | E |
| Thet allus nags an' growls at yer no matter watcher do | E |
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| 'Some wanted this some wanted that an' uvers wanted bofe | H |
| Thinks I 'Between 'em all it's up ter me ter do a loaf ' | - |
| So I jus' took ter sittin' round all day an' crackin' jokes | G |
| An' dealin' out a bit o' stoush ter Opposition blokes | G |
| There wus a press cove called the HAGE took ter me frum the first | I |
| But blimey' Here the poor Bloke sobbed as though his heart would burst | I |
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| 'Yuss frum the first 'e took ter me an' we wus goin' fine | J |
| Until I come ter look on 'im as quite a pal o' mine | J |
| Fer when 'e sez 'You'll 'ave ter graft on this 'ere job yer know ' | - |
| I winks an' murmurs 'Dicken ' an' 'e winks an' sez 'Righto ' | - |
| An' when I jus' perten's ter graft 'e cracks 'e doesn't see | G |
| So I jus' grins an' winks at 'im an' 'e jus' winks at me | G |
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| 'O blimey Them was golding days wif not a stroke ter do | E |
| Excep' ter line up ev'ry week an' dror me bloomin' screw | E |
| O' course ther's some thet chips at me an' bellers in a rage | K |
| But I jus' grins an' tips the wink ter 'im they calls the HAGE | K |
| An' 'e speaks up quite serious ''Ow kin I work ' sez 'e | L |
| 'When these 'ere Opposition blokes are all obstructin' me ' | - |
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| 'My oath it wus an orlright cop I thort I'd struck it rich | M |
| 'Ow could I know' again he sobbed 'thet 'e would crool me pitch | M |
| One day 'e sez quite sudding like 'This job must be put thro' ' | - |
| An' I jus' winks an' murmurs 'Dicken ' like I useter do | E |
| But strike You could 'ave outed me in one when 'fore I knowed | N |
| 'E turns around on me and sez quite narsty 'You be blowed ' | - |
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| ''You'll 'ave ter get ter work ' 'e sez 'on this 'ere job or leave | H |
| Fer w'y ' 'e sez 'I'm sick o' this 'ere game o' make believe | H |
| Yer jus' perten' ter work ' 'e sez 'Yer're loafin' day an' night | A |
| Don't grin an' wink at me ' 'e sez 'yer blanky hippercryte | A |
| Wot are yer 'ere fer anny way Wot did we pay yer for | F |
| We wants more solid graft ' 'e sez 'an' less infernal jore ' | - |
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| 'An' that wus 'im I called me pal me cobber staunch an' true | E |
| 'E turns around on me like that an' gives me graft ter do | E |
| Graft w'ich was the mean sorter thing I allays 'ad despised | A |
| Oh 'ow wus I ter know 'e wus a sorter John disguised | A |
| 'E let me loaf fer munce and munce an' sets me workin' now | O |
| An' blimey Mister I would work but 'struth I dunno 'ow | P |
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| 'I dunno 'ow ter do the work an' spare me if I did | A |
| I couldn't go ter do it 'cos me doctor 'as forbid | A |
| 'E sez that I'm worn out in ev'ry part excep' me cheek | Q |
| An' if I start ter graft I'll go ter pieces in a week | Q |
| An' if I lose me job I'll 'ave no tucker bed or roof | H |
| For w'y Me cobber's done me in 'E's gone and told the troof ' | - |
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| I tried to soothe the stricken Bloke and still his mournful din | R |
| But yet he murmured brokenly 'Me cobber's done me in ' | - |
| And if you roam in Spring street when the House adjourns at night | A |
| You'll probably encounter this most pitiable sight | A |
| He leans against his post and sobs prostrated by the news | G |
| The Bloke whose cobber did him in the disillusioned Fuse | G |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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