Winter. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| Winter's comin' Top coits an' nickerbockers begin to be sowt up A chap enjoys his bed a bit better an' doesn't like gettin' up in a mornin' quite as weel Tawkin' abaat enjoyin' bed makes me think ova young chap aat o' Midgley at' gate wed an' browt his wife to Halifax to buy a bed an' nowt wod suit her but a shut up en like her father an' mother had allus had an' they wor't long befoor they fun a second hand en 'at they gate cheap an' as they knew a chap 'at coam wi' a milk cart throo near whear they lived they gate him to tak it hooam for 'em an' it worn't long befoor th' beddin' an' all wor nicely arranged an' they war snoozelin' under th' blankets They hadn't been asleep long befoor he wakken'd wi a varry uncomfortabie feelin' but as his wife wor hard asleep he didn't like to disturb her He roll'd o' one side an' then o'th' tother an' rub'd his legs an' scratched his back but he couldn't settle do what he wod In a bit summat made him jump straight up ov an end an' if he hadn't been dacently browt up it's very likely he mud ha' sed some faal words Wi' him jumpin' up soa sudden th' wife wakken'd an' jumpt up as weel but as th' bed heead war abaat six inch lower nor that shoo'd bin used to shoo hit her neet cap agean th' top an' fell back wi a reglar sass Whativer is ther to do Sammy shoo sed as sooin as shoo could spaik strike a leet' wi ta Sammy gate a leet an' blushed an ovver his face for it wor th' fust time onybody had seen him dressed that way sin he wor a little lad Aw dooant know what ther is to do he sed but aw cannot bide i' that bed an' that's a fact What shoo says are ta ruein' o' thi bargain bi nah but tha's no need to freat for aw con spare thee at ony time Nay Jenny he sed it's nooan thee 'at maks me uneasy but aw fancy ther's summat wick i' that bed besides thee an' me ' Is ther shoo said an' shoo flew off one side why whativer is it thinks ta Sammy turned daan th' clooas an' it just luk'd as if sombdy had been aitin' spice cake an' letten all th' currans drop aat Tawk abaat fleas They worn't fleas they wor twice as big an' they wor marchin' away like a rigiment o' sodgers He stared wi' all th' een in his heead an' shoo started a cryin' A'a to think 'at aw should iver come to this to be walked over wi' a lot o' pouse like that What mun we do Do we mun catch 'em aw expect he sed an' he began wi pickin' 'em off one bi one an' droppin' 'em into some water 'at wor cloise by Well mi mother tell'd me he sed 'at when fowk gate wed they began o' ther troubles an' it's true an' all but aw didn't expect owt like this for if aw'd known aw'd ha' seen th' weddin' far enough aw did think 'at a chap wad be able to get a neet's rest anyway Tha can goa back to thi mother shoo sed an' stop wi' her for owt aw care an' aw wish tha'd niver left her for aw'st get mi deeath o' cold wi' paddlin' abaat wi' nowt on but does ta think tha's catched 'em all Aw think soa an' if tha's a mind we'll get to bed agean Nay tha can goa to thi mother as tha freats soa shoo sed Tak noa noatice o' what aw sed sed Sammy tha knows aw wor put abaat a bit an' it war all for th' sake o' thee Tha'll tell me owt shoo sed put th' leet aat an' let's see if we con get a bit o' gradely sleep They gate into bed once more an' shoo wor off to sleep in a minit but Sammy wor rubbin' an' scrattin' hissen Wen aw've heeard tell abaat things bein' ball proof and bomb proof but aw niver knew 'at anybody wor bug proof befoor Wi' him knockin' abaat soa mich shoo wakken'd agean Nay Sammy shoo sed aw'm reight fair stawld it's all consait aw'm sure it is Consait be hanged he bawled aat just feel at that blister an' then tell me if it's all consait Nowt could keep awther on 'em 'i bed after that an' they paraded abaat all th' neet like two gooasts wait in' for th' cock crow Mornin' did come at last an' Sammy worn't long befoor' he had th' bed aatside What are ta baan to do wi' it nah ax'd his wife Aw'm baan to leave it wheal' it is wol neet he sed an' if they havn't forgetten which road they coom aw think ther's as monny as'll be able to tak it back to Halifax Next neet they made a bed o'th' floor an' slept like tops an' next mornin' when they gate up th' bed wor off Whether th' cumpny 'at wor in it had taen it or net Sammy couldn't tell but he niver went to seek it Fowk 'at buy second hand beds tak warnin | A |
John Hartley
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