An Alibi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEE FFGGHHIIJJKKHHLLMMNN OOPPQRSSTTUUFFCDVW XXHH YZZA2A2N LLB2B2SS C2C2IICCD2D2CCE2E2EE CCF2F2G2G2C QQCCIICCWVCCD2 H2H2 I2I2YY CCMMCCC2C2CCJ2J2K2K2 CCEEL2L2 M2M2IISSN2N2CCO2O2P2 P2CCY CCCCCCQ2Q2CCCCR2R2CC J2J2CCP2P2 S2S2CCCCCCCCT2 CCCCP2P2CCU2 CCC| A famous journalist who long | A |
| Had told the great unheaded throng | A |
| Whate'er they thought by day or night | B |
| Was true as Holy Writ and right | B |
| Was caught in well on second thought | C |
| It is enough that he was caught | D |
| And being thrown in jail became | E |
| The fuel of a public flame | E |
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| ' Vox populi vox Dei ' said | F |
| The jailer Inxling bent his head | F |
| Without remark that motto good | G |
| In bold faced type had always stood | G |
| Above the columns where his pen | H |
| Had rioted in praise of men | H |
| And all they said provided he | I |
| Was sure they mostly did agree | I |
| Meanwhile a sharp and bitter strife | J |
| To take or save the culprit's life | J |
| Or liberty which I suppose | K |
| Was much the same to him arose | K |
| Outside The journal that his pen | H |
| Adorned denounced his crime but then | H |
| Its editor in secret tried | L |
| To have the indictment set aside | L |
| The opposition papers swore | M |
| His father was a rogue before | M |
| And all his wife's relations were | N |
| Like him and similar to her | N |
| They begged their readers to subscribe | O |
| A dollar each to make a bribe | O |
| That any Judge would feel was large | P |
| Enough to prove the gravest charge | P |
| Unless it might be the defense | Q |
| Put up superior evidence | R |
| The law's traditional delay | S |
| Was all too short the trial day | S |
| Dawned red and menacing The Judge | T |
| Sat on the Bench and wouldn't budge | T |
| And all the motions counsel made | U |
| Could not move him and there he stayed | U |
| 'The case must now proceed ' he said | F |
| 'While I am just in heart and head | F |
| It happens as indeed it ought | C |
| Both sides with equal sums have bought | D |
| My favor I can try the cause | V |
| Impartially ' Prolonged applause | W |
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| The prisoner was now arraigned | X |
| And said that he was greatly pained | X |
| To be suspected he whose pen | H |
| Had charged so many other men | H |
| With crimes and misdemeanors 'Why ' | - |
| He said a tear in either eye | Y |
| 'If men who live by crying out | Z |
| 'Stop thief ' are not themselves from doubt | Z |
| Of their integrity exempt | A2 |
| Let all forego the vain attempt | A2 |
| To make a reputation Sir | N |
| I'm innocent and I demur ' | - |
| Whereat a thousand voices cried | L |
| Amain he manifestly lied | L |
| Vox populi as loudly roared | B2 |
| As bull by picadores gored | B2 |
| In his own coin receiving pay | S |
| To make a Spanish holiday | S |
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| The jury twelve good men and true | C2 |
| Were then sworn in to see it through | C2 |
| And each made solemn oath that he | I |
| As any babe unborn was free | I |
| From prejudice opinion thought | C |
| Respectability brains aught | C |
| That could disqualify and some | D2 |
| Explained that they were deaf and dumb | D2 |
| A better twelve his Honor said | C |
| Was rare except among the dead | C |
| The witnesses were called and sworn | E2 |
| The tales they told made angels mourn | E2 |
| And the Good Book they'd kissed became | E |
| Red with the consciousness of shame | E |
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| Whenever one of them approached | C |
| The truth 'That witness wasn't coached | C |
| Your Honor ' cried the lawyers both | F2 |
| 'Strike out his testimony ' quoth | F2 |
| The learned judge 'This Court denies | G2 |
| Its ear to stories which surprise | G2 |
| I hold that witnesses exempt | C |
| From coaching all are in contempt ' | - |
| Both Prosecution and Defense | Q |
| Applauded the judicial sense | Q |
| And the spectators all averred | C |
| Such wisdom they had never heard | C |
| 'Twas plain the prisoner would be | I |
| Found guilty in the first degree | I |
| Meanwhile that wight's pale cheek confessed | C |
| The nameless terrors in his breast | C |
| He felt remorseful too because | W |
| He wasn't half they said he was | V |
| 'If I'd been such a rogue ' he mused | C |
| On opportunities unused | C |
| 'I might have easily become | D2 |
| As wealthy as Methusalum ' | - |
| This journalist adorned alas | H2 |
| The middle not the Bible class | H2 |
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| With equal skill the lawyers' pleas | I2 |
| Attested their divided fees | I2 |
| Each gave the other one the lie | Y |
| Then helped him frame a sharp reply | Y |
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| Good Lord it was a bitter fight | C |
| And lasted all the day and night | C |
| When once or oftener the roar | M |
| Had silenced the judicial snore | M |
| The speaker suffered for the sport | C |
| By fining for contempt of court | C |
| Twelve jurors' noses good and true | C2 |
| Unceasing sang the trial through | C2 |
| And even vox populi was spent | C |
| In rattles through a nasal vent | C |
| Clerk bailiff constables and all | J2 |
| Heard Morpheus sound the trumpet call | J2 |
| To arms his arms and all fell in | K2 |
| Save counsel for the Man of Sin | K2 |
| That thaumaturgist stood and swayed | C |
| The wand their faculties obeyed | C |
| That magic wand which like a flame | E |
| Leapt wavered quivered and became | E |
| A wonder worker known among | L2 |
| The ignoble vulgar as a Tongue | L2 |
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| How long O Lord how long my verse | M2 |
| Runs on for better or for worse | M2 |
| In meter which o'ermasters me | I |
| Octosyllabically free | I |
| A meter which the poets say | S |
| No power of restraint can stay | S |
| A hard mouthed meter suited well | N2 |
| To him who having naught to tell | N2 |
| Must hold attention as a trout | C |
| Is held by paying out and out | C |
| The slender line which else would break | O2 |
| Should one attempt the fish to take | O2 |
| Thus tavern guides who've naught to show | P2 |
| But some adjacent curio | P2 |
| By devious trails their patrons lead | C |
| And make them think 't is far indeed | C |
| Where was I | Y |
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| While the lawyer talked | C |
| The rogue took up his feet and walked | C |
| While all about him roaring slept | C |
| Into the street he calmly stepped | C |
| In very truth the man who thought | C |
| The people's voice from heaven had caught | C |
| God's inspiration took a change | Q2 |
| Of venue it was passing strange | Q2 |
| Straight to his editor he went | C |
| And that ingenious person sent | C |
| A Negro to impersonate | C |
| The fugitive In adequate | C |
| Disguise he took his vacant place | R2 |
| And buried in his arms his face | R2 |
| When all was done the lawyer stopped | C |
| And silence like a bombshell dropped | C |
| Upon the Court judge jury all | J2 |
| Within that venerable hall | J2 |
| Except the deaf and dumb indeed | C |
| And one or two whom death had freed | C |
| Awoke and tried to look as though | P2 |
| Slumber was all they did not know | P2 |
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| And now that tireless lawyer man | S2 |
| Took breath and then again began | S2 |
| 'Your Honor if you did attend | C |
| To what I've urged my learned friend | C |
| Nodded concurrence to support | C |
| The motion I have made this court | C |
| May soon adjourn With your assent | C |
| I've shown abundant precedent | C |
| For introducing now though late | C |
| New evidence to exculpate | C |
| My client So if you'll allow | T2 |
| I'll prove an alibi ' 'What how ' | - |
| Stammered the judge 'Well yes I can't | C |
| Deny your showing and I grant | C |
| The motion Do I understand | C |
| You undertake to prove good land | C |
| That when the crime you mean to show | P2 |
| Your client wasn't there ' 'O no | P2 |
| I cannot quite do that I find | C |
| My alibi's another kind | C |
| Of alibi I'll make it clear | U2 |
| Your Honor that he isn't here ' | - |
| The Darky here upreared his head | C |
| Tranquillity affrighted fled | C |
| And consternation reigned instead | C |
Ambrose Bierce
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