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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apt Pupil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough)<br>By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,<br>Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough,<br>And a bit of a bounder, too.<br>Kickin' about with me larrikin band,<br>I was always gittin' in bad;<br>Till the kindly cops took me in hand,<br>An', lissen, I've been glad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was a tough when life begun,<br>An' me ideels was not high <br>Doin' the things that 'are not done,'<br>Disgracin' me old school tie.<br>Me feet was set on the downward road,<br>A crook I was, an' a cad,<br>Till the genteel cops taught me a Code <br>An', lissen, I was glad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Doin' sich things as I never had ort,<br>Soilin' the family name,<br>With never a notion of good, clean sport<br>Or the pride of playin' the game.<br>The dirtiest fighter in all the Rocks,<br>That's the sort of name I had,<br>Till the manly cops taught me to box;<br> An', lissen, I was glad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Playin' the game with a good straight bat,<br>Scornin' the bottle an' boot;<br>Turnin' meself from a wharfside rat<br>To a reel nice-livin' coot.<br>Learnin' to battle without 'arf-bricks<br>Or with pickets, as once I had <br>For the good cops taught me their rastlin' tricks <br>An', lissen, I was glad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But flesh is weak; an' I fell from grace,<br>An' I goes an' I drifts right back,<br>An' burgled a bit of a jeweller's place;<br>An' a cop gets on me track,<br>But I meets his rush with a good straight right,<br>An' I reckon he got reel mad<br>To think that the cops taught me to fight.<br> But, lissen, I was glad.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then a crowd of his pals come off their beats;<br> But I takes to me heels an' clears,<br>An' I leads 'em a marathon thro' the streets<br>While they lumbers and puffs in the rear.<br>Then I loses 'em all when I'd had me fun,<br>An' I sprints like a race-course prad.<br>For me cobbers the cops taught me to run,<br>An', lissen, was I glad?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>