Gunpaader Plot (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| Squibs an' crackers Starleets an' catterin wheels Bunfires an' traikle parkin This is th' time for a bit ov a jollification Guy Fawkes did a gooid turn after all when he tried to blow th' Parliament haase up for we should ha' had one spree less i' the' year but for him Ax twenty fowk this question o' th' fourth o' November Are yo gooin to buy ony fireworks this year an aw dar be bun to say yo willn't find one i'th' lot but what'll say Aw've summat else to do wi' my brass nor to waste it o' sich like fooilery as that An' still aw'll wager at nineteen on 'em buy some after all Ther's a deal o' difference i'th way they spend it I' th' country they all sit raand th' fire wi' their parkin an' milk' or else rooasted puttaties an' they tell tales an' they laf an' talk till they've varry near burned ther shoo toas off an' getten soa starved o' ther back 'at they willn't be shut ov a cold for a month but i'th' taan there's allus th' mooast to do i'th' public haases Aw think aw shall niver forget a marlock we had th' last plot It wor in a public haase somewhere between Spice Cake loin an' Whiskum Dandy ther wor a raam full o' fowk an' aw nooatised 'at iverybody's pockets wor swelled aat an' thinks aw aw shouldn't be capp'd if ther wor a dust here in a while They just wanted somdy to start In a bit one on 'em gate up to goa aat an' th' landlord he'd a cork leg drop'd a cracker into his pocket He hadn't gooan far when bang it went he turns back an' leets abaat two dozzen an' sends 'em in to th' middle o'th' raam Nah lads for God's sake show a bit o' sense says th' landlord dooant begin sich like wark as that i' this raam nah dooant He mud as weel ha' just whistled jigs to a mile stoop aat coom iverybody's stock an' i' less nor hauf a minit ther wor sich a hullabaloo i' that shop as aw niver heeared afoor To mak matters war somdy had shut th' door an' fesened it an' th' place wor full o' rick an iverybody ommost chooak'd Aw gate under th' seat an' in a bit somdy smashes th' window an' bawls aat fire fire I' two or three minits ther coom a stream o' watter into th' raam as thick as my shackle an' smash went th' chandilleer Th' landlord wor mad ommost lukkin glasses an' picters went one after tother an' aw faand aat 'as aw couldn't swim aw should ha' to shift or else aw should be draaned Some kind soul managed to braik th' door daan an' we gate aat but aw could hear th' landlord yelling aat 'at sombdy had stown his cork leg Ha' they went on aw dooant know for aw steered straight hooam At abaat six o'clock th' next morning as aw went to my wark aw saw a cork leg with a varry good booit on it hangin' to a gas lamp an aw wonder'd whose it wor | A |
John Hartley
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