Cleenin' Daan Month (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| May is abaat th' warst pairt o'th' year for a wed chap for he connot walk aat an' he cannot be comfortable at hooam becoss it's th' cleeanin' daan time Talk abaat weshin' days they're fooils to cleeanin' days Buckstun lime an' whitewesh bees wax an' turpitine black leead an' idleback stare a chap i' th' face ivery where Pots an' pans weshin' bowls an' peggy tubs winteredges an' clooas lines brooms an' besoms dish claots an' map claots block up ivery nook an' corner an' if iver ther is a time when a chap darn't spaik it's then If he thinks th' haase is cleean enuff an' doesn't want owt dooin' at his wife's sure to call him a mucky haand an' say 'at he wodn't care if he wor up to th' shoo tops i' filth an' if he says he thinks it wants a cleean shoo'll varry sooin ax him if he can tell her whear ther's another haase as cleean for shoo doesn't know one an' if he does he's welcome to goa But it all ends i' th' same thing its th' time o' th' year for a reight upset an' it 'll ha to have it whether it wants it or net Ther's noa way to suit a woman at sich times but to be as quiet as yo can If yo say Come lass con aw help thi a bit shoo's sure to snap at yo as if shoo'd bite yor heead off an' tell yo to get aat ov her gate for yor allus under her nooas woll shoo can do nowt An' if yo goa aat o'th' gate shoo'll ax yo as sooin as yo come in ha yo can fashion to spend' yor time gaddin abaat when yo know ha things is at hooam an' you dooant care th' toss ov a button for her but just mak her into a slave an' niver think o' sich a thing as liggin' on a helpin' hand Ther's noa way to do but to bide it as weel as yo can an' say little for it doesn't last long But even when its ovver yo mun be careful what yo say for if yo tell her yo think it luks better for th' labor shoo's sure to say at shoo sees varry little difference an' shoo wor fare capt for ivery thing wor as cleean as a pin An' if yo say yo can see noa difference shoo'll say Tha can see nowtt but shoo knows whether its different or net for shoo's taen aboon a barra' looad o' muck aat o' that haase that wick Soa my advice is to say nowt at sich times till yo're axed an then say as they say Aw once heeard ov a young couple at wor baan to get wed an' they made it up allus to say an' think alike an' then they'd be sure net to fall aat soa they went to th' church an' gate made man an wife an' as they wor walkin' hooam he said Aw think this is th' happiest day o' awr lives E'ea shoo says aw think it is Aw think we shall have some rain afoor long he said E'ea shoo says aw think it luks likely for weet A'a did ta iver see a faaler bonnet nor that lass has on shoo said Noa lass aw think aw niver did he replied but what a bonny lass shoo is isn't shoo Nay nobbut middlin' shoo says Well aw think her a beauty Aw wonder where tha luks shoo said but if tha'rt soa taen wi' her tha con have her astead o' me Nay lass he said tha knows we've agreed allus to think an' say alike an' awm sure shoo's a varry bonny lass Well an' awm sure shoo's as plain a stick as iver aw saw i' all my life an' if aw agree to say an' think what tha does it wor cos aw thowt tha wor reight i' thi heead Soa they walk'd hooam lukkin varry glum an' differ'd for th' futer same as other fowk When a chap gets wed he should be ready for th' warst Aw once knew a chap at fell i' love wi a woman 'at he met in a railway train an' as they lived a long way apart they did ther coortin i' writin' an' at last th' day wor fixed for 'em to get wed Joa went to fotch her an' walk her to th' church an' as they wor gooin' he thowt shoo walked rayther queer soa he says Susy does ta limp Limp shoo says net aw aw limp noan Soa they went on an' just as they wor gooin' into th' church he said Susy awm sure tha seems to limp A'a Joa shoo says aw wonder what tha'll say next Soa Joa an' Susy gate wed When they wor gooin hooam he said Susy awm sure tha limps Aw know aw limp shoo says aw allus limp'd is a woman ony war for limpin' | A |
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