Slickens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCBD E F F GAH I JDKLMNO P QQQR I Q R Q R QR R STURVWIC P RXC R R I R R RRC R DAYZA2B2C2C2 P BBBD2BBD2 I E2F2C2C2 P G2G2D R G2 R G2 I D R H2C2C2RC2I2 G2 RG2C R J2 I K2 G2 BG2E2G2G2CBC2C2RC2G2 C2BZL2BBRJ2G2 R C2C2 I M2RM2R R RR G2 G2G2G2G2C2C2BBN2N2 P CG2CG2BBO2O2G2G2G2 G2 P2G2C2C2BQ2C2R2S2G2 G2 N2 R G2B I C2G2G2 R C2G2BRBR2 G2 C2BG2A G2 RB G2 R| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | A |
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| HAYSEED a Granger | B |
| NOZZLE a Miner | B |
| RINGDIVVY a Statesman | C |
| FEEGOBBLE a Lawyer | B |
| JUNKET a Committee | D |
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| Scene Yuba Dam | E |
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| Feegobble Ringdivvy Nozzle | F |
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| NOZZLE | F |
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| My friends since ' I have pursued | G |
| The evil tenor of my watery way | A |
| Removing hills as by an act of faith | H |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| Just so the steadfast faith of those who hold | J |
| In foreign lands beyond the Eastern sea | D |
| The shares in your concern a simple blind | K |
| Unreasoning belief in dividends | L |
| Still stimulated by assessments which | M |
| When the skies fall ensnaring all the larks | N |
| Will bring no doubt a very great return | O |
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| ALL singing | P |
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| O the beautiful assessment | Q |
| The exquisite assessment | Q |
| The regular assessment | Q |
| That makes the water flow | R |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| The rascally assessment | Q |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| The murderous assessment | Q |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| The glorious assessment | Q |
| That makes my mare to go | R |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| But Nozzle you I think were on the point | S |
| Of making a remark about some rights | T |
| Some certain vested rights you have acquired | U |
| By long immunity for still the law | R |
| Holds that if one do evil undisturbed | V |
| His right to do so ripens with the years | W |
| And one may be a villain long enough | I |
| To make himself an honest gentleman | C |
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| ALL singing | P |
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| Hail holy law | R |
| The soul with awe | X |
| Bows to thy dispensation | C |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| It breaks my jaw | R |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| It qualms my maw | R |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| It feeds my jaw | R |
| It crams my maw | R |
| It is my soul's salvation | C |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| Why yes I've floated mountains to the sea | D |
| For lo these many years though some they say | A |
| Do strand themselves along the bottom lands | Y |
| And cover up a village here and there | Z |
| And here and there a ranch 'Tis said indeed | A2 |
| The granger with his female and his young | B2 |
| Do not infrequently go to the dickens | C2 |
| By premature burial in slickens | C2 |
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| ALL singing | P |
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| Could slickens forever | B |
| Choke up the river | B |
| And slime's endeavor | B |
| Be tried on grain | D2 |
| How small the measure | B |
| Of granger's treasure | B |
| How keen his pain | D2 |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| 'A consummation devoutly to be wished ' | - |
| These rascal grangers would long since have been | E2 |
| Submerged in slimes to the last man of them | F2 |
| But for the fact that all their wicked tribes | C2 |
| Affect our legislation with their bribes | C2 |
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| ALL singing | P |
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| O bribery's great | G2 |
| 'Tis a pillar of State | G2 |
| And the people they are free | D |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| It smashes my slate | G2 |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| It is thievery straight | G2 |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| But it's been the making of me | D |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| I judge by certain shrewd sensations here | H2 |
| In these callosities I call my thumbs | C2 |
| thrilling sense as of ten thousand pins | C2 |
| Red hot and penetrant transpiercing all | R |
| The cuticle and tickling through the nerves | C2 |
| That some malign and awful thing draws near | I2 |
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| Enter Hayseed | G2 |
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| Good Lord here are the ghosts and spooks of all | R |
| The grangers I have decently interred | G2 |
| Rolled into one | C |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| Plead phantom | J2 |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| You've the floor | K2 |
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| HAYSEED | G2 |
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| From the margin of the river | B |
| Bitter Creek they sometimes call it | G2 |
| Where I cherished once the pumpkin | E2 |
| And the summer squash promoted | G2 |
| Harvested the sweet potato | G2 |
| Dallied with the fatal melon | C |
| And subdued the fierce cucumber | B |
| I've been driven by the slickens | C2 |
| Driven by the slimes and tailings | C2 |
| All my family my Polly | R |
| Ann and all my sons and daughters | C2 |
| Dog and baby both included | G2 |
| All were swamped in seas of slickens | C2 |
| Buried fifty fathoms under | B |
| Where they lie prepared to play their | Z |
| Gentle prank on geologic | L2 |
| Gents that shall exhume them later | B |
| In the dim and distant future | B |
| Taking them for melancholy | R |
| Relics antedating Adam | J2 |
| I alone got up and dusted | G2 |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| Avaunt you horrid and infernal cuss | C2 |
| What dire distress have you prepared for us | C2 |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| Were I a buzzard stooping from the sky | M2 |
| My craw with filth to fill | R |
| Into your honorable body I | M2 |
| Would introduce a bill | R |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| Defendant hence or by the gods I'll brain thee | R |
| Unless you saved some turneps to retain me | R |
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| HAYSEED | G2 |
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| As I was saying I got up and dusted | G2 |
| My ranch a graveyard and my business busted | G2 |
| But hearing that a fellow from the City | G2 |
| Who calls himself a Citizens' Committee | G2 |
| Was coming up to play the very dickens | C2 |
| With those who cover up our farms with slickens | C2 |
| And make himself unless I am in error | B |
| To all such miscreants a holy terror | B |
| I thought if I would join the dialogue | N2 |
| I maybe might get payment for my dog | N2 |
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| ALL Singing | P |
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| O the dog is the head of Creation | C |
| Prime work of the Master's hand | G2 |
| He hasn't a known occupation | C |
| Yet lives on the fat of the land | G2 |
| Adipose indolent sleek and orbicular | B |
| Sun soaken door matted cross and particular | B |
| Men women children all coddle and wait on him | O2 |
| Then accidentally shutting the gate on him | O2 |
| Miss from their calves ever after the rifted out | G2 |
| Mouthful of tendons that doggy has lifted out | G2 |
| Enter Junket | G2 |
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| JUNKET | G2 |
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| Well met my hearties I must trouble you | P2 |
| Jointly and severally to provide | G2 |
| A comfortable carriage with relays | C2 |
| Of hardy horses This Committee means | C2 |
| To move in state about the country here | B |
| I shall expect at every place I stop | Q2 |
| Good beds of course and everything that's nice | C2 |
| With bountiful repast of meat and wine | R2 |
| For this Committee comes to sea and mark | S2 |
| And inwardly digest | G2 |
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| HAYSEED | G2 |
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| Digest my dog | N2 |
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| NOZZLE | R |
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| First square my claim for damages the gold | G2 |
| Escaping with the slickens keeps me poor | B |
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| RINGDIVVY | I |
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| I merely would remark that if you'd grease | C2 |
| My itching palm it would more glibly glide | G2 |
| Into the public pocket | G2 |
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| FEEGOBBLE | R |
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| Sir the wheels | C2 |
| Of justice move but slowly till they're oiled | G2 |
| I have some certain writs and warrants here | B |
| Prepared against your advent You recall | R |
| The tale of Zaccheus who did climb a tree | B |
| And Jesus said 'Come down' | R2 |
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| JUNKET | G2 |
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| Why bless your souls | C2 |
| I've got no money I but came to see | B |
| What all this noisy babble is about | G2 |
| Make a report and file the same away | A |
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| NOZZLE RINGDIVVY FEEGOBBLE HAYSEED | G2 |
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| How'll that help us Reports are not our style | R |
| Of provender | B |
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| JUNKET | G2 |
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| Well you can gnaw the file | R |
Ambrose Bierce
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