April Fooils (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BB C| Niver try to mak a fooil ov onybody this month ther's fooils enuff i'th world already It's oft struck me what a varry slight difference ther is between a wise man and a fooil one aims at summat an' hits it tother aims at summat an' misses it an' aw have known th' time when th' chap 'at's missed has been worth a dozen sich like as him 'at's hit But th' world generally sets 'em daan to be wise men 'at happen to be lucky men an' get hold o' lots o' brass An' ha monny brains a chap has if he can't spooart a pair o' kid gloves an' a daycent hat he mun niver hope for owt better nor to tak his place amang th' fooils Aw've monny a time thowt when aw've heared fowk settin a chap daan as a fooil talk prattley may be if he wor weighed up he's a better man nor yo this minit yo connot tell all 'at he may have had to struggle wi' | A |
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| Circumstances alter cases | B |
| Th' same as nooases alter faces | B |
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| An' it's as weel to exercise a bit ov charity towards them 'at's set daan to be fooils Young fowk think old fowk fooils an' old fowk's sure young uns is An aw believe th' old fowk are oft varry near th' mark for th' experience of a life time is little moor nor livin to know what fooils we've been an' if iver aw meet wi' a chap 'at can't remember iver makkin a fooil ov hissen aw shall expect to hear tell on' him bein ta'en to th' blue slates directly Poor Richard says Experience is a dear schooil but fooils will leearn i' noa other an' who is ther 'at hasn't had to leearn i' that schooil Its a hard maister an' we're apt to think when we're under him 'at he's war wi' us nor onybody else but when we've getten th' lessen off by heart we find th' advantage on it But ov all th' fooils it has been my luck to meet wi ' them chaps 'at knows all are th' biggest There's some fowk think they're born wi' all th' wit i'th world an' noabody can taich 'em owt whativer yo tell' em they've allus known that long enuff sin' or else they've just been think in soa Aw once knew one o' that Sooart one 'at had allus been thinkin soa One day some mates o' mine an' me thowt we cud like a marlock wi' him an soa we gooas up to him an says A'a Jooanas whativer does ta think Nay he says whativer will yo say What's up Why aw says Jim Hyn's dunkey's swallow'd th' grinelstooan Well if aw hadn't just been thinkin soa says Jooanas Well but tha thowt wrang owd boy this time aw says for it hasn't Why he said aw hardly thowt it had Soa he had us at booath ends They say it taks a wise man to mak a fooil but aw think ther's enuff withaat makkin ony moor an aw niver knew a fooil i' my life at didn't think ivery body else a little bit war cracked nor hissen | C |
John Hartley
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