The Intro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJJJKK LLKKKKKK DDDMJJ N OOPPKKQQ GGFFDDN KKKKPP K FRRSSKK KKTTGGJJ KKUUUUTT RRUUKKVV DWKWDDDD| 'Er name's Doreen Well spare me bloomin' days | A |
| You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick | B |
| Yes me that kids meself I know their ways | A |
| An' 'as a name for smoogin' in our click | B |
| I just lines up an' tips the saucy wink | C |
| But strike The way she piled on dawg Yer'd think | C |
| A bloke was givin' back chat to the Queen | D |
| 'Er name's Doreen | D |
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| I seen 'er in the markit first uv all | E |
| Inspectin' brums at Steeny Isaacs' stall | E |
| I backs me barrer in the same ole way | F |
| An' sez 'Wot O It's been a bonzer day | F |
| 'Ow is it fer a walk ' Oh 'oly wars | G |
| The sorter look she gimme Jest becors | G |
| I tried to chat 'er like you'd make a start | H |
| Wiv ANY tart | H |
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| An' I kin take me oaf I wus perlite | I |
| An' never said no word that wasn't right | I |
| An' never tried to maul 'er or to do | J |
| A thing yeh might call crook Ter tell yeh true | J |
| I didn't seem to 'ave the nerve wiv 'er | J |
| I felt as if I couldn't go that fur | J |
| An' start to sling off chiack like I used | K |
| Not INTRAJUICED | K |
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| Nex' time I sighted 'er in Little Bourke | L |
| Where she was in a job I found'er lurk | L |
| Wus pastin' labels in a pickle joint | K |
| A game that any'ow that ain't the point | K |
| Once more I tried ter chat 'er in the street | K |
| But bli'me Did she turn me down a treat | K |
| The way she tossed 'er 'cad an' swished 'er skirt | K |
| Oh it wus dirt | K |
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| A squarer tom I swear I never seen | D |
| In all me natchril than this 'ere Doreen | D |
| It wer'n't no guyver neither fer I knoo | D |
| That any other bloke 'ad Buckley's 'oo | M |
| Tried fer to pick 'er up Yes she was square | J |
| She jist sailed by an' lef' me standin' there | J |
| Like any mug Thinks I 'I'm out er luck ' | - |
| An' done a duck | N |
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| Well I dunno It's that way wiv a bloke | O |
| If she'd ha' breasted up ter me an' spoke | O |
| I'd thort 'er jist a commin bit er fluff | P |
| An' then fergot about 'er like enough | P |
| It's jest like this The tarts that's 'ard ter get | K |
| Makes you all 'ot to chase 'em an' to let | K |
| The cove called Cupid get an 'ammer lock | Q |
| An' lose yer block | Q |
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| I know a bloke 'oo knows a bloke 'oo toils | G |
| In that same pickle found ery 'E boils | G |
| The cabbitch storks or somethink Anyway | F |
| I gives me pal the orfis fer to say | F |
| 'E 'as a sister in the trade 'oo's been | D |
| Out uv a jorb an' wants ter meet Doreen | D |
| Then we kin get an intro if we've luck | N |
| 'E sez 'Ribuck ' | - |
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| O' course we worked the oricle you bet | K |
| But 'struth I ain't recovered frum it yet | K |
| 'Twas on a Saturdee in Colluns Street | K |
| An' quite by accident o' course we meet | K |
| Me pal 'e trots 'er up an' does the toff | P |
| 'E allus wus a bloke fer showin' off | P |
| 'This 'ere's Doreen ' 'e sez 'This 'ere's the Kid ' | - |
| I dips me lid | K |
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| 'This 'ere's Doreen ' 'e sez I sez 'Good day ' | - |
| An' bli'me I 'ad nothin' more ter say | F |
| I couldn't speak a word or meet 'er eye | R |
| Clean done me block I never been so shy | R |
| Not since I was a tiny little cub | S |
| An' run the rabbit to the corner pub | S |
| Wot time the Summer days wus dry an' 'ot | K |
| Fer me ole pot | K |
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| Me that 'as barracked tarts an' torked an' larft | K |
| An' chucked orf at 'em like a phonergraft | K |
| Gorstrooth I seemed to lose me pow'r o' speech | T |
| But 'er Oh strike me pink She is a peach | T |
| The sweetest in the barrer Spare me days | G |
| I carn't describe that cliner's winnin' ways | G |
| The way she torks 'Er lips 'Er eyes 'Er hair | J |
| Oh gimme air | J |
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| I dunno 'ow I done it in the end | K |
| I reckerlect I arst ter be 'er friend | K |
| An' tried ter play at 'andies in the park | U |
| A thing she wouldn't sight Aw it's a nark | U |
| I gotter swear when I think wot a mug | U |
| I must 'a' seemed to 'er But still I 'ug | U |
| That promise that she give me fer the beach | T |
| The bonzer peach | T |
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| Now as the poit sez the days drag by | R |
| On ledding feet I wish't they'd do a guy | R |
| I dunno'ow I 'ad the nerve ter speak | U |
| An' make that meet wiv 'er fer Sundee week | U |
| But strike It's funny wot a bloke'll do | K |
| When 'e's all out She's gorn when I come to | K |
| I'm yappin' to me cobber uv me mash | V |
| I've done me dash | V |
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| 'Er name's Doreen An' me that thort I knoo | D |
| The ways uv tarts an' all that smoogin' game | W |
| An' so I ort fer ain't I known a few | K |
| Yet some'ow I dunno It ain't the same | W |
| I carn't tell WOT it is but all I know | D |
| I've dropped me bundle an' I'm glad it's so | D |
| Fer when I come ter think uv wot I been | D |
| 'Er name's Doreen | D |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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