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C J Dennis - For The Defence
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"This Cen-TEEN-ary," sez `e --
Sez I, "You`ll pardon me."
   (Perlite, like that, first off, and `arf in laughter).
"You`ll pardon me, I`m sure,"
I sez: "but, speakin` pure,
   Cen-TEN-ary, I think`s, the word you`re after."

"Cen-TEEN-ary!" sez `e;
An` looks fair, bang at me
   All sort of snakey-eyed an` irritated.
Sez I, "Don`t be absurd,
For the dictionary word
   Is Cen-TEN-ary.  It`s much more edjacated."

"Cen-TEEN-ary!!" sez `e.
Some`ow, `e seemed to be
   The sorta bloke wot gits me back up proper.
"Aw, brush yer brains!" sez I,
Gettin` `ot.  (I dunno why.)
   "Cen-TEN-ary!" I sez.  "You darn clod-`opper!"

"Cen-TEEN-ary!!!" sez `e,
As snarky as could be.
   (You know the sorta bloke I mean -- pig-`eaded).
"Cen-TEN-ary, you fool!
Ain`t you never been to school?"
   Sez I.  An` then things `appened -- like I dreaded.

"Cen-TEEN-ary!!!" sez `e.
An` `e swings a left at me
   That would `a` knocked me cold, if it `ad landed.
"Ho!  A gentleman!" I sneers;
"Full of nice, perlite idears."
   Then I ups an` tears right into `im, two-`anded.

"Cen-TEEN-ary," squeaks `e.
(Still obstinit, yeh see).
   Well, it weren`t no time for bein` tender-`arted,
So I spreads `im on the floor,
An` `e never sez no more ....
   So, please yer Worship, that was `ow it started.
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