An Idler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFFGGHHIIJJKLMMNNO O

Who told Creed Haymond he was witty whoA
Had nothing better in this world to doA
Could no greased pig's appeal to his embraceB
Kindle his ardor for the friendly chaseB
Did no dead dog upon a vacant lotC
Bloated and bald or curdled in a clotC
Stir his compassion and inspire his armsD
To hide from human eyes its faded charmsD
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If not to works of piety inclinedE
Then recreation might have claimed his mindE
The harmless game that shows the feline greedF
To cinch the shorts and make the market bleedF
Is better sport than victimizing CreedF
And a far livelier satisfaction comesG
Of knowing Simon autocrat of thumbsG
If neither worthy work nor play commandH
This gentleman of leisure's heart and handH
Then Mammon might his idle spirit liftI
By hope of profit to some deed of thriftI
Is there no cheese to pare no flint to skinJ
No tin to mend no glass to be put inJ
No housewife worthy of a morning visitK
Her rags and sacks and bottles to solicitL
Lo the blind sow's precarious pursuitM
Of the aspiring oak's familiar fruitM
'Twould more advantage any man to stealN
This easy victim's undefended mealN
Than tell Creed Haymond he has wit and soO
Expose the state to his narcotic flowO

Ambrose Bierce



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