{"id":3181,"date":"2019-05-17T14:26:55","date_gmt":"2019-05-17T21:26:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=3181"},"modified":"2019-05-17T14:26:55","modified_gmt":"2019-05-17T21:26:55","slug":"190517","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2019\/05\/17\/190517\/","title":{"rendered":"190517"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2019\/190517.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>190517<br \/>\nWhen the saints go marching in<\/p>\n<p>There is a long walk<br \/>\nBefore a long wake<br \/>\nThe priest gives a talk<br \/>\nBefore tea and cake<br \/>\nThe friends laugh and cry<br \/>\nAnd all shed a tear<br \/>\nWith glasses raised high<br \/>\nThey all give a cheer<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"190517 When the saints go marching in There is a long walk Before a long wake The priest gives a talk Before tea and cake The friends laugh and cry And all shed a tear With glasses raised high They all give a cheer\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>190517 When the saints go marching in There is a long walk Before a long wake The priest gives a talk Before tea and cake The friends laugh and cry And all shed a tear With glasses raised high They all give a cheer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[45,33,53,37,71,87],"class_list":["post-3181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-automobiles","tag-eulogy","tag-food","tag-friends","tag-religion","tag-tea"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3181"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3181"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3181\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3182,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3181\/revisions\/3182"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}