Emma Chisit

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This web page contains a narrative poem titled "Emma Chisit" with accompanying images and a linked YouTube video, along with a promotional message for an AI service.

Abstract

"Emma Chisit" is a narrative poem that tells the story of a chance encounter between an unnamed narrator and a woman named Emma. The poem is structured around a series of meetings in which Emma negotiates to purchase a chest from the narrator, with each meeting resulting in an increase in the price. Despite the narrator's initial reluctance, they eventually agree to sell the chest to Emma for an inflated price. However, when Emma finally delivers the payment, it turns out to be a much lower amount than expected, leaving the narrator feeling duped.

The poem is written in a conversational tone, with the dialogue between the narrator and Emma forming the bulk of the text. The poem's title is a pun on the phrase "How much is it?", with "Emma" being a homophone for "how much." The poem is accompanied by two images: a black and white portrait of Emma and a painting of an urban landscape. A linked YouTube video provides further context for the poem, though it is not explicitly mentioned in the text. The web page also includes a promotional message for an AI service, which offers similar functionality to ChatGPT Plus but at a lower cost.

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The web page contains a narrative poem titled "Emma Chisit"
The poem tells the story of a series of chance meetings between an unnamed narrator and a woman named Emma
Emma negotiates to purchase a chest from the narrator, with each meeting resulting in an increase in the price
The poem's title is a pun on the phrase "How much is it?"
The poem is written in a conversational tone, with the dialogue between the narrator and Emma forming the bulk of the text
The web page includes two images and a linked YouTube video to provide further context for the poem
The web page also includes a promotional message for an AI service, which offers similar functionality to ChatGPT Plus but at a lower cost.

Emma Chisit

neither cockney nor strine

author: MS Paint — rep of Emma Chisit, Edgecliff c.1972 by Robert Dickerson

She appeared waif like out of a northern blizzard I said, are you lost; she said, Emma Chisit I said four pounds six, do you think you can meet it She said, I might need time, it is certainly fleeting More time, wouldn’t that likely be cheating She said, don’t be daft, I don’t squander chance meetings I’ll have your four pounds six by half past six this good evening I said, that’s way too late — and that ended our greeting I chanced on my way, quite pure, but deceiving Because come six thirty…or at least later that evening I pondered the price squandered by Emma Chisit leaving It’s strine she said, it’s a question of merit And so fell upon our second chance meeting A parlance so fine, can’t decline Emma Chisit A particular refinement sublime in rich pickens The price is now five and sixty more in loose shilling When Emma’s in town very few get to chilling I will take it, but not now, do we have an agreement I said only after you’ve paid for my ongoing aggrievement It is now six pounds sixty, not one penny less She said, I’ll give you six pounds sixty and six for the chest Now a third chanced meeting was bound to elapse But she showed up for the fourth and claimed her deals don’t go south Emma Chisit I said, the price is now eight Through the roof she declared, but set a new date This would go on until Emma Chisit reached ten All other bidders were gone, so we met once again By the darkness of night she held out her hand Slipped it into her bag — I said now drop me the ten Four pounds six she declared, I asked Emma Chisit To refund its return this will be our last visit The return of the chest saw her into the night Never again will I be duped when asked, Emma Chisit With a now empty chest four pounds six seemed a grand Emma Chisit, not negotiable, nor a bird in the hand