October Ale (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| They reckon to brew a gooid sup o' ale in October an' they call it Prime owd October Ther's monny a war thing i'th' world nor a sup o' gooid drink Landlords an' teetotal lecturers manage to get a livin' aat on it some way but it's th' same wi' ale as wi' iverything else nah days it's nowt made on unless it's sharp It's a sharp age we live in hand loom waivin' an' stage coaches are all too slow iverybody an' iverything keeps growin' sharper But we arn't as sharp as what they are i' 'Merica yet they're too sharp They tell me they ha' to lapp thersen up i' haybands afoor they goa to bed for fear o' cuttin' th' sheets Aw heeard tell o' one chap runnin' a race wi' a flash o' leetnin' an' they say he'd ha' won but for one ov his gallus buttons comin' off An' another 'at used to mak leather garters an' throw 'em ovver his heead an' he could mak 'em soa sharp 'at he allus kept one pair flyin' He worn't a bad hand at his job he worn't that One day aw axed a chap 'at had been if they wor raylee as sharp as what fowk gave 'em credit for Why he says they wor sharper nor aw liked on or else aw shouldn't ha' come back but aw couldn't get on noa rooad aw tried two or three different trades but aw made nowt aat an' at last aw set up as tubthumper but that wodn't do They niver wanted ought makkin' they wor too sharp for that they allus brought yo summat to mend becoss they knew a chap couldn't charge as mich for mendin' an owd tub as for makkin' a new en soa if they'd ony sooart ov a owd tub lagg or a piece of a barrel bottom they browt it to get mended into a new tub Aw did as weel as aw could amang it but one day a chap comes in an' says 'Aw want yo to do a bit o' repairin' for me ' 'Varry gooid sur ' says aw 'an' what might yo be wantin ' 'Well ' he says 'aw've an owd bung hoil here do yo think yo could fit me a fresh barrel to it ' Aw niver spake for a minit then aw says 'wod yo be gooid enuff to lend me a hand to put theas shuts up ' 'Wi' pleasure sur ' he said an' he did an' aw left th' job an' coom hooam for aw thowt they wor rayther too sharp Mun a chap can be too sharp sometimes My advice is be as sharp as yo like if yo're sharp in a reight way but thers some things it's as weel to be slow abaat Be slow to do a shabby trick an' be sharp to help a poor body 'at needs it Be slow to see other fowk's faults an' be sharp to improve yor own Be slow to scandalise yor neighbors an' keep a sharp luk aat to steer clear ov iverybody else's business yo'll find it 'll give yo moor time to luk after yor own | A |
John Hartley
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