Th' Last Month (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| Th' last month o' th' year an' ther's summat rayther sorrowful abaat th' last o' owt exceptin' trouble an' still to me ther's allus summat varry interestin' abaat owt at's th' last Aw've watched men when they've been buildin' a long chimley but aw've niver felt mich interest till it's come th' time for 'em to put on th' last stooan they've labored day by day riskin boath life an' limb an' still aw've felt varry little anxiety but it's just th' fact on it bein' th' last stooan an' aw've hardly been able to tak my een off it till it's been finished an' th' last man's come safe daan But still it's a sorrowful saandin' word is last Th' last farewell th' last look th' last breath an' th' last restin place it sets fowk thinkin what there'll be after th' last Th' last month i'th' year isn't a bad time to luk back an' see ha we've spent th' past eleven an' aw think ther's few but what'll be able to see monny a place where they've missed it An' if soa we'd better mak th' best o'th' few days left to mak what amends we can Owd Christmas comes in smilin' with his holly an' his mistletoe an' his gooid tempered face surraanded wi' steam of plum puddin' an' roast beef tables get tested what weight they can bear owd fowk an' young ens exchange greetin's punch bowls steam up an' lemons an' nutmegs suffer theresen to be rubbed scrubbed sliced an' stewed an' iverybody at can seems to be jolly at Christmas Some fowk luk forrard to Christmas just for th' sake of a gooid feed an' aw've seen odd ens nah an' then 'at can tuck it in i' fine style Aw recollect one Christmas when Jooan o' Jenny's we used to call him Jooan long stummack went to London he'd one o'th' best twists aw iver met wi' an' he wor takken varry wamley for want ov a bit ov a bitin on soa he went into a cook's shop an' ax'd 'em ha mich they'd mak him a dinner for Eighteenpence sur said th' maister come sit daan an' help thisen Soa he sat daan just at th' front ov a lump o' rooast beef an' cut a piece off as big as a brick an' he worn't lang i' polishin' that an' cutting another Th' landlord wor rayther capped when he saw it goa like that an' he says Tha'rt hungary lad aw think Will ta have summat to sup Noa thank yo sur says Jooan not just yet He varry sooin put th' second lot where it could keep th' furst company an' began cuttin' a third this made th' maister seem varry uneasy an' he says Tha'd better have summat to sup lad Mun aw fotch thi a pint o' drink Noa thank yo said Jooan aw mak a practice niver to sup till aw've hauf done Why lad says th' landlord haitch will ta tak' to drop it Well said Jooan if yo dooant like my company aw'm sooary aw've come but aw shouldn't like to leave this table for less nor hauf a craan if aw do aw shall be a loiser Th' old chap pooled awt hauf a craan an' banged it on to th' table an' says Tak' it an' tak' thisen away an' niver put thi fooit i' my haase agean as long as tha's a day to live tha'd ruin me in a wick Why maister he says yo cap me sayin' soa for aw can't ait as mich bi a caah head as once aw cud Aw'll tak' th' hauf crawn gooid day maister you've made a shillin 'at me | A |
John Hartley
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