A Whipper-in Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACD EFFEGG HIIHJJ EKKEJJ LMMLNN

Dudley great placeman man of mark and noteA
Worthy of honor from a feeble penB
Blunted in service of all true good menB
You serve the Lord in courses table d'hoteA
Au naturel as well as a la NickC
'Eat and be thankful though it make you sick 'D
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O truly pious caterer forbearE
To push the Saviour and Him crucifiedF
Brochette you'd call it into their insideF
Who're all unused to such ambrosial fareE
The stomach of the soul makes quick revulsionG
Of aught that it has taken on compulsionG
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I search the Scriptures but I do not findH
That e'er the Spirit beats with angry wingsI
For entrance to the heart but sits and singsI
To charm away the scruples of the mindH
It says 'Receive me please I'll not compel'J
Though if you don't you will go straight to HellJ
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Well that's compulsion you will say 'T is trueE
We cower timidly beneath the rodK
Lifted in menace by an angry GodK
But won't endure it from an ape like youE
Detested simian with thumb prehensileJ
Switch me and I would brain you with my pencilJ
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Face you the Throne nor dare to turn your backL
On its transplendency to flog some wightM
Who gropes and stumbles in the infernal nightM
Your ugly shadow lays along his trackL
O Thou who from the Temple scourged the sinN
Behold what rascals try to scourge it inN

Ambrose Bierce



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