Smiles, Tears, Getting On. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B| Smiles are things aw like to see an' they're noa less acceptable becoss sometimes ther's a tear or two A chap at's a heart ov a reight sooart under his waistcoit cannot allus be smilin' Awve met a deal o' sooarts o' fowk i' my bit o' time an' th' best aw iver met had a tear i' ther ee nah an' then If ther's owt aw hate to see its a chap at's allus smilin' an' if iver yo meet sich a one set him daan to be awther a haufthick or a hypocrite yo'll be sure to be reight It'll be time enuff to be allus grinnin' when all th' warkhaases an' th' prisons are to let when lawyers have to turn farmers an' bumbaileys have to emigrate when yo connot find a soldier's or a policeman's suit ov clooas except in a museum when ther's noa chllder fun frozen to th' deeath o' London Brig an' when poor fowk get more beef an' less bullyin' If iver sich a time comes woll aw live aw'll laff wi' th' best on em but till then a claad sometimes will settle on mi here an awm glad 'at it is soa | A |
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| Aw niver see a chap 'at's tryin to get on but what he reminds me ov once gooin to a Baptist chapel to see a lot o' fowk kursened Everybody wor feightin' for th' front pews an' them 'at gate 'em had to haddle e'm an' net be perticular abaat ther shirt collar an' when a chap starts aat for a front place i' this life he has to rough it an' if he succeeds aw wonder sometimes if he's ony better off nor them 'at gate th' front seeats i'th' chapel for all 'at wor behund 'em seem'd to be tryin' to shove 'em ovver into th' bottom an' nah an' then aw noaticed odd uns 'at could bide noa longer an' gave up th' spot they'd fowt soa hard to get an' sombdy behund 'at had hardly tewd a bit dropt into th' seat And sich is life it isn't allus th' workers 'at succeed net it marry its th' skeeamers it's them 'at keeps ther een oppen But aw con allus thoil 'em owt they get if when they're climbin' up th' stee they niver put ther heel on another chap's neck by traidin' on his fingers to mak him lawse his hold It's a wrang nooation 'at some fowk have getten to get brass honestly if yo can an' if yo cannot try to keep a easy conscience an' do baat it Some chaps 'll niver get on they're allus gooin' to mend but they niver start Sich like should tak a pattern throo th' Almenack makkers they've lost eighteen haars this last three years an' if they didn't mind they'd loise six mooar this time but they tak care net to do soa they shove a day extra into February to mak it up and they call it leap year and it ud be a rare gooid job if fowk wod tak a few laups this year laup aat o'th' alehouse on to th' hearthstun at home laup aat o' bed i' time for th' church ov a Sunday momin' laup aat o' th' clutches o' th' strap shop laup aat o' th' gate o' bad company laup up to yo're wark wi' a smile an' laup back hooam wi' it an' yo'll find th' wife's heart ul laup wi joy to see yo comin' back cheerful an' th' childer ul laup on to yo'r knee an' yo'll be capt ha easy it'll be to laup over ony bits o' trouble 'at yo' meet wi' But alus laup forrard if it's possible for if yo try to laup backards yo'll run th' risk o' braikin yo'r neck an' noabody pities them 'at laups aat o' th' fryin' pan into th' fire an' it's a easy matter to miss it Aa dear o' me aw think it is and yo'd think soa if yo'd seen what aw saw once A mate o' mine courted a lass an' he'd monny a miss afore he gat throo wi it He used to go an' tawk to her throo a brokken window 'at ther wor i' th' weshhaase an' one neet shoo'd promised to meet him thear an' he wanted to kuss her as usual but he started back Nay Lucy he said aw'm sure thar't nooan reight Has ta been growin' a mustash Mew mew it went an' he fan aat he'd kuss'd th' owd Tom cat When th' neighbours gate to know they kursened him Kusscat an' they call him soa yet But that worn't all for when he went to get wed he wor soa flustered woll he stood i' th' wrang place an' when th' time coom for him to put th' ring on he put it on th' woman next to him he thowt it didn't mean for he cud get it swap'd after but when it wor ovver they all began to find aat ther'd been a mistak Why Kusscat said one what's ta been doin' Tha' s getten wed to thi mother Th' parson look'd glum but he said It's noa use botherin' nah its too lat you should ha' spokken afoor an' aw think he's fittest to be wi' his mother But he roar'd like a bull an' begged th' parson to do it ovver an' do it reight but Lucy said He'd noa cashion for shoo'd live an' dee an owd maid for iver afoor shoo'd have ony chap second hand But her heart worn't as hard as shoo thowt soa shoo gave in an' th' next time they managed better | B |
John Hartley
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