Thanksgiving Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDD A CC B EEFFGGHHII A JJDDKKLLMMNNOOOKKPP Q RKRSKKTKKTKKUUS K KKKKDDSSKKUU

The Superintendent of an Almshouse A PauperA
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SUPERINTENDENTB
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So you're unthankful you'll not eat the birdC
You sit about the place all day and girdC
I understand you'll not attend the ballD
That's to be given to night in Pauper HallD
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PAUPERA
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Why that is true precisely as you've heardC
I have no teeth and I will eat no birdC
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SUPERINTENDENTB
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Ah see how good is Providence BecauseE
Of teeth He has denuded both your jawsE
The fowl's made tender you can overcome itF
By suction or at least well you can gum itF
Attesting thus the dictum of the preachersG
That Providence is good to all His creaturesG
Turkeys excepted Come ungrateful friendH
If our Thanksgiving dinner you'll attendH
You shall say grace ask God to bless at leastI
The soft and liquid portions of the feastI
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PAUPERA
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Without those teeth my speech is rather thickJ
He'll hardly understand Gum ArabicJ
No I'll not dine to day As to the ballD
'Tis known to you that I've no legs at allD
I had the gout hereditary soK
As it could not be cornered in my toeK
They cut my legs off in the fond beliefL
That shortening me would make my anguish briefL
Lacking my legs I could not prosecuteM
With any good advantage a pursuitM
And so because my father chose to courtN
Heaven's favor with his ortolans and PortN
Thanksgiving every day the Lord suppliedO
Saws for my legs an almshouse for my prideO
And once a year a bird for my insideO
No I'll not dance my light fantastic toeK
Took to its heels some twenty years agoK
Some small repairs would be required for puttingP
My feelings on a saltatory footingP
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SingsQ
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O the legless man's an unhappy chapR
Tum hi tum hi tum he o'haddyK
The favors o' fortune fall not in his lapR
Tum hi tum heedle do humS
The plums of office avoid his plateK
No matter how much he may stump the StateK
Tum hi ho heeeeT
The grass grows never beneath his feetK
But he cannot hope to make both ends meetK
Tum hiT
With a gleeless eye and a somber heartK
He plays the role of his mortal partK
Wholly himself he can never beU
O a soleless corporation is heU
TumS
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SUPERINTENDENTK
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The chapel bell is calling thankless friendK
Balls you may not but church you shall attendK
Some recognition cannot be deniedK
To the great mercy that has turned asideK
The sword of death from us and let it fallD
Upon the people's necks in MontrealD
That spared our city steeple roof and domeS
And drowned the Texans out of house and homeS
Blessed all our continent with peace to floodK
The Balkan with a cataclysm of bloodK
Compared with blessings of so high degreeU
Your private woes look mighty small to meU

Ambrose Bierce



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