Policeman's Scrape (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C A A| Tawkin abaat policemen reminds me ov a mess one on 'em gate into a while sin Aw shalln't tell awther his name or his number becoss it's net my wish to get ony body into trouble It's enuff for me to say he's a gooid lukkin chap an' if he isn't wed his wife is He wor on neet duty an' at one o' th' haases he had to pass lived a fine buxom sarvent Policemen have allus been nooated for havin a fancy for sarvents an' this wor like th' rest an' befoor long they grew soa friendly 'at shoo used to invite him in after th' maister an' th' mistress had gooan to bed One neet he'd crept in an' they wor whisperin varry lovinly together when shoo tell'd him ther wor noa cold mait o' ony sooart Awm glad on it he sed for awm stoled o' cold stuff That luks a bit o' nice bacon at's hung up does ta think tha could do me a bit anent th' fire aw think ther's as mich heeat as'll cook it | A |
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| Well Robert shoo sed if yo'll sit daan an' wait awl try | B |
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| Soa he put his lantern onto th' table an' sat daan wol shoo gate a little dutch oven an hooked two nice collops in but shoo fancied shoo could enjoy one hersen soa shoo stept up into a cheer to cut off another an' as shoo'd th' knife i' one hand an' cannel i' th' tother shoo ovverbalanced hersen and fell onto th' floor settin up sich a skrike as yo niver heeard Th' 'cannel went aat when it fell an all wor as dark as pitch and Robert hearin th' maister skutterin daan th' stairs thowt his best plan wor to hook it soa he grab'd up his lantern for owt he knew an buckled it on as he wor hurryin up th' steps He'd hardly left when th' maister runs aat in his shirt callin aat Police police Robert comes fussin on as if he knew nowt abaat it an' went back wi' th' maister who wor soa freetened wol he darn't spaik | C |
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| When they went in th' sarvent had sam'd hersen up an lit th' cannel agean but th' lass forgate her fall an' th' maister his fright when they lukd at th' policeman an' saw he'd getten th' dutch oven i' th' front on him astead ov his lantern an' two bacon collops swingin in it | A |
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| They settled th' matter amang thersens but it towt that policeman niver to tak off his lantern until he'd done wi' it | A |
John Hartley
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