The Oleomargarine Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFG CCHHIIJJHHHKKJJHHH HHLLHHHHMMN CCH OOPPQQRRCCHHHHC| Once 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 ' | - |
| - | |
| 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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