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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blokes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blokes ~ 'Erb<br>Do you know 'Erb? Now, there's a dinkum sport. <br>If football's on your mind, why, 'Erb's the sort<br>To put you wise. It's his whole end and' aim.<br>Keen? He's as keen as mustard on the game.<br>Football is in his blood. He thinks an' schemes<br>All through the season; talks of it an' dreams<br>An' eats an' sleeps with football on his mind.<br>Yes: 'Erb's a sport - the reel whole-hearted kind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'A healthy, manly sport.' That's wot 'Erb says.<br>You ought to see his form on football days:<br>Keyed up, reel eager, eyes alight with joy,<br>Full of wise schemes for his team to employ.<br>Knows all about it - how to kick a goal,<br>An' wot to do if they get in a hole.<br>Enthusiasm? Why, when 'Erb gets set<br>He is a sight you couldn't well forget.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There ain't a point about it he don't know <br>All of the teams and players, top to toe.<br>The rules, the tricks - it's marvellous the way<br>He follers - Wot? Good Lord, no, he don't play.<br>'Erb? Playin' football? Blimey! have a heart!<br>Aw, don't be silly. 'Erb don't have to play;<br>He knows more than them players any day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He's never had a football in his hand,<br>'Cept once, when it was kicked up in the stand.<br>No, 'Erb ain't never played; he only sits<br>An' watches 'em, an' yells, an' hoots and splits<br>His sides with givin' mugs some sound advice<br>An' tellin' umpires things wot ain't too nice.<br>Aw, look; your ejication ain't complete<br>Till you know 'Erb. You reely ought to meet.<br>~~<br>Blokes ~ Fred<br>Do you know Fred? Now there's a man to know <br>These days when politics are in the air, <br>An' argument is bargin' to an' fro<br>Without a feller gittin' anywhere.<br>Fred never argues; he's too shrewd for that. <br>He's wise. He knows the game from A to Z.<br>All politics is talkin' thro' the hat; <br>An' everyone is wrong - exceptin' Fred. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fred says there ain't no sense in politics;<br>Says he can't waste his time on all that rot. <br>Trust him. He's up to all their little tricks,<br>You'd be surprised the cunnin' schemes he's got. <br>Fred says compulsory voting is a cow.<br>He has to vote, or else he would be fined, <br>But he just spoils his paper anyhow,<br>An' laughs at' em with his superior mind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when a law comes in that hits Fred's purse,<br>You ought to hear him then. Say, he does rouse;<br>Kicks up an awful row an' hurls his curse<br>On every bloomin' member in the House.<br>He gives 'em nothin'; says they all are crook,<br>All waitin' for a chance to turn their coats;<br>Says they are traitors; proves it by the book.<br>An' can you wonder that he never votes? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Aw, say, you must know Fred. You'll hear his skite<br>Upon street corners all about the place.<br>An' if you up an' say it serves him right,<br>He answers that it only proves his case:<br>Them politicians wouldn't tax him so<br>Unless they were all crooked, like he said,<br>Where is the sense in votin' when they go<br>An' rob a man like that. Hurray for Fred!<br>~~<br>Blokes ~ Gus<br>Do you know Gus? Now, he should interest you.<br>The girls adore him - or he thinks they do.<br>He owns a motor bike, not of the sort<br>That merely cough a little bit, or snort.<br>His is a fiery, detonating steed<br>That makes the town sit up and take some heed <br>A thunderous thing, that booms and roars a treat,<br>With repercussions that awake the street.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That's Gus. Dead flash. One of the rorty boys,<br>Whose urge is to express themselves with noise,<br>He wakes the midnight echoes, when to sleep<br>We vainly strive, with detonations deep.<br>And Gus has visions, as he thunders by,<br>Of maidens who sit up in bed, and sigh,<br>'It's Gus! It's Gus, the he-man. What a thrill!<br>'Mid Jovian thunders riding up the hill!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You can't blame Gus. He has to make a row.<br>He's got to get publicity somehow.<br>How else could he stir consciousness in us<br>That in this world there really is a Gus?<br>You can't blame Gus. But oft I long, in bed,<br>That some kind man would bash him on the head -<br>A hard, swift blow to give him pain for pain.<br>It would be quite safe. It couldn't hurt his brain.<br>~~<br>Blokes ~ Bert<br>Did you ever meet Bert? 'E's all over the town, <br>In offices, shops an' in various places, <br>Cocky an' all; an' you can't keep 'im down.<br>I never seen no one so lucky at races. <br>Backs all the winners or very near all;<br>Tells you nex' day when the races are over. <br>'E makes quite a pot, for 'is wagers ain't small;<br>An' by rights 'e 'ad ought to be livin' in clover.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, some'ow or other - aw, well, I dunno.<br>You got to admit that some fellers is funny. <br>'E don't dress too well an' 'is spendin' is low.<br>I can't understand wot 'e does with 'is money. <br>'E ought to be sockin' a pretty fair share;<br>An' tho' 'e will own 'e's a big money-maker, <br>'E don't seem to save an' 'e don't seem to care <br>If 'e owes a big wad to 'is butcher an' baker.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'E don't tell you much if you meet on the course;<br>But after it's over 'e comes to you grinnin',<br>Shows you 'is card where 'e's marked the first 'orse,<br>An' spins you a wonderful tale of 'is winnin'. <br>Can't make 'im out, 'e's so lucky an' that.<br>Knows ev'ry owner an' trainer an' jockey: <br>But all of 'is wagerin's done on 'is pat. <br>Won't spill a thing, even tho' 'e's so cocky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oyster, that's Bert. 'E's as close as a book.<br>But sometimes I've come on 'im sudden an' saw 'im <br>Lip 'angin' down an' a reel 'aggard look,<br>Like all the woes in the world come to gnaw 'im. <br>But, soon as 'e sees you, 'e brightens right up. <br>'Picked it again, lad!' 'e sez to you, grinnin'. <br>'A fiver at sevens I 'ad in the Cup!<br>That's very near sixty odd quid that I'm winnin'.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mystery man - that's 'is style for a cert,<br>Picks the 'ole card, yet 'e's shabby and seedy;<br>'E must 'ave some sorrer in secrit, ole Bert <br>Some drain on 'is purse wot is keepin' 'im needy.<br>A terrible pity. Some woman, no doubt.<br>No wonder 'e worries in secrit an' souses.<br>If I 'ad 'is winnin's, year in an' year out,<br>Why I'd own a Rolls Royce an' a terris of 'ouses.</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>