The Oleomargarine Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFG CCHHIIJJHHHKKJJHHH HHLLHHHHMMN CCH OOPPQQRRCCHHHHCOnce in the county of Marin | A |
Where milk is sold to purchase gin | A |
Renowned for butter and renowned | B |
For fourteen ounces to the pound | B |
A bull stood watching every turn | C |
Of Mr Wilson with a churn | C |
As that deigning worthy stalked | D |
About him eying as he walked | D |
El Toro's sleek and silken hide | E |
His neck his flank and all beside | E |
Thinking with secret joy 'I'll spread | F |
That mammal on a slice of bread ' | G |
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Soon Mr Wilson's keen concern | C |
To get the creature in his churn | C |
Unhorsed his caution made him blind | H |
To the fell vigor of bullkind | H |
Till filled with valor to the teeth | I |
He drew his dasher from its sheath | I |
And bravely brandished it the while | J |
He smiled a dark portentous smile | J |
A deep sepulchral smile a wide | H |
And open smile which at his side | H |
The churn to copy vainly tried | H |
A smile so like the dawn of doom | K |
That all the field was palled in gloom | K |
And all the trees within a mile | J |
As tribute to that awful smile | J |
Made haste with loyalty discreet | H |
To fling their shadows at his feet | H |
Then rose his battle cry 'I'll spread | H |
That mammal on a slice of bread ' | - |
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To such a night the day had turned | H |
That Taurus dimly was discerned | H |
He wore so meek and grave an air | L |
It seemed as if engaged in prayer | L |
This thunderbolt incarnate had | H |
No thought of anything that's bad | H |
This concentrated earthquake stood | H |
And gave his mind to being good | H |
Lightly and low he drew his breath | M |
This magazine of sudden death | M |
All this the thrifty Wilson's glance | N |
Took in and crying 'Now's my chance ' | - |
Upon the bull he sprang amain | C |
To put him in his churn Again | C |
Rang out his battle yell 'I'll spread | H |
That mammal on a slice of bread ' | - |
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Sing Muse that battle royal sing | O |
The deeds that made the region ring | O |
The blows the bellowing the cries | P |
The dust that darkened all the skies | P |
The thunders of the contest all | Q |
Nay none of these things did befall | Q |
A yell there was a rush no more | R |
El Toro tranquil as before | R |
Still stood there basking in the sun | C |
Nor of his legs had shifted one | C |
Stood there and conjured up his cud | H |
And meekly munched it Scenes of blood | H |
Had little charm for him His head | H |
He merely nodded as he said | H |
'I've spread that butterman upon | C |
A slice of Southern Oregon ' | - |
Ambrose Bierce
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