The Subdued Editor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BCBD EFEG HIHJ BKBK LMLM NJN OPOP BQBR JB LSLS JBJB| Pope choker Pixley sat in his den | A |
| A chewin' upon his quid | B |
| He thought it was Leo Thirteen and then | A |
| He bit it intenser he did | B |
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| The amber which overflew from the cud | B |
| Like rivers which burst out of bounds | C |
| 'Twas peculiar grateful to think it blood | B |
| A gushin' from Papal wounds | D |
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| A knockin' was heard uponto the door | E |
| Where some one a waitin' was | F |
| 'Come in ' said the shedder of priestly gore | E |
| Arrestin' to once his jaws | G |
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| The person which entered was curly of hair | H |
| And smilin' as ever you see | I |
| His eyes was blue and uncommon fair | H |
| Was his physiognomee | J |
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| And yet there was some'at remarkable grand | B |
| And the editor says as he looks | K |
| 'Your Height' it was Highness you understand | B |
| That he meant but he spoke like books | K |
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| 'Your Height I am in I'm the editor man | L |
| Of this paper which is to say | M |
| I'm the owner too and it's alway ran | L |
| In the independentest way | M |
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| 'Not a damgaloot can interfere | N |
| A shapin' my course for me | J |
| This paper's and nothing can make it veer | N |
| Pixleian in policee ' | - |
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| 'It's little to me ' said the sunny youth | O |
| 'If journals is better or worse | P |
| Where I am to home they won't keep in truth | O |
| The climate is that perverse | P |
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| 'I've come howsomever your mind to light | B |
| With a more superior fire | Q |
| You'll have naught hencefor'ard to do but write | B |
| While I sets by and inspire | R |
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| 'We'll make it hot all round bedad ' | - |
| And his laughture was loud and free | J |
| 'The devil ' cried Pixley surpassin' mad | B |
| 'Exactly my friend that's me ' | - |
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| So he took a chair and a feather fan | L |
| And he sets and sets and sets | S |
| Inspirin' that humbled editor man | L |
| Which sweats and sweats and sweats | S |
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| All unavailin' his struggles be | J |
| And it's O a weepin' sight | B |
| To see a great editor bold and free | J |
| Reducted to sech a plight | B |
Ambrose Bierce
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