Fault Finders. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A A A B B A B C D ACEC C| If ther's ony sooart o' fowk aw hate it's them at's allus lukkin' aght for faults hang it up they get soa used to it wol they willn't see ony beauties if they are thear They remind me ov a chap 'at aw knew at wed a woman 'at had a wart at th' end ov her nooas but it war nobbut a little en an' shoo wor a varry bonny lass for all that but when they'd been wed a bit an' th' newness had getten warn off he began to fancy at this wart grew bigger ivery day an' he stared at it an' studied abaght it wol when he luk'd at his wife he could see nowt else an' he kept dinging her up wi' it wol shoo felt varry mich troubled But one day as they wor gettin' ther dinner he said Nay lass aw niver did see sich a thing as that wart o' thy nooas is growing into if it gooas on tha'll be like a rhynockoroo or a newnicorn or summat | A |
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| Well shoo says when tha wed me tha wed th' wart an' all an' if tha doesn't like it tha con lump it | A |
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| Aw've noa need to lump it he says for it's lumpin' itsen or aw'll gie nowt for it | A |
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| Soa they went on throo little to moor till they'd a regular fratch an' as sooin as' he'd getten his dinner he off to his wark an' shoo to her mother's When Jim coom back an' fan th' fire aght an' noa wife he felt rayther strange but he wor detarmined to let her see 'at he could do baat her soa he gate a bit o' summat to ait an' went to bed This went on for two o' three days an' he wor as miserable as iver he could be but o'th' Setterdy he happened to meet her i'th' shambles an' they booath stopped an' grinned for they'd nowt agean one another i'th' bothem | B |
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| Nah lass he said aw think it's abaat time for thee to come hooam | B |
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| Nay aw'll come nooan shoo says till aw've getten shut o' this wart | A |
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| Oh ne'er heed that lass it doesn't luk hauf as big as it did an' if tha wor all wart aw'd rayther have thi nor be as aw am | B |
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| Soa shoo went back wi' him an' throo that time to this he's allus luk'd for her beauties asteead ov her faults an they get on swimmingly One day shoo axed him if he thowt th' wart wor ony bigger A'a lass he sed thi een are soa breet aw didn't know tha had one | C |
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| What aw want yo to do is to be charitable an' if yo find ony faults think yo happen may have one or two yorsen Ther's net monny on us 'at's killed wi sense but he hasn't th' leeast at's enuff to know he's a fooil | D |
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| This world wad be a better spot | A |
| Wi' joys moor thickly strown | C |
| If fowk cared less for others' faults | E |
| An tried to mend ther own | C |
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| There's plenty o' room for us all to mend an' them 'at set abaat it sooinest are likely to be perfect furst at ony rate if we try it'll show willin' | C |
John Hartley
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