To The Fool-killer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEEFF GGGGHHIIJJJKKIILLMM NNOOPPQQGGRRPPSST TUUPPVVV| Ah welcome welcome Sit you down old friend | A |
| Your pipe I'll serve your bottle I'll attend | A |
| 'Tis many a year since you and I have known | B |
| Society more pleasant than our own | B |
| In our brief respites from excessive work | C |
| I pointing out the hearts for you to dirk | C |
| What have you done since lately at this board | D |
| We canvassed the deserts of all the horde | D |
| And chose what names would please the people best | E |
| Engraved on coffin plates what bounding breast | E |
| Would give more satisfaction if at rest | E |
| But never mind the record cannot fail | F |
| The loftiest monuments will tell the tale | F |
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| I trust ere next we meet you'll slay the chap | G |
| Who calls old Tyler 'Judge' and Merry 'Cap' | G |
| Calls John P Irish 'Colonel' and John P | G |
| Whose surname Jack son speaks his pedigree | G |
| By the same title men of equal rank | H |
| Though one is belly all and one all shank | H |
| Showing their several service in the fray | I |
| One fought for food and one to get away | I |
| I hope I say you'll kill the 'title' man | J |
| Who saddles one on every back he can | J |
| Then rides it from Beersheba to Dan | J |
| Another fool I trust you will perform | K |
| Your office on while my resentment's warm | K |
| He shakes my hand a dozen times a day | I |
| If luckless I so often cross his way | I |
| Though I've three senses besides that of touch | L |
| To make me conscious of a fool too much | L |
| Seek him friend Killer and your purpose make | M |
| Apparent as his guilty hand you take | M |
| And set him trembling with a solemn 'Shake ' | - |
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| But chief of all the addle witted crew | N |
| Conceded by the Hangman's League to you | N |
| The fool his dam's acquainted with a knave | O |
| Whose fluent pen of his no brain the slave | O |
| Strews notes of introduction o'er the land | P |
| And calls it hospitality his hand | P |
| May palsy seize ere he again consign | Q |
| To me his friend as I to Hades mine | Q |
| Pity the wretch his faults howe'er you see | G |
| Whom A accredits to his victim B | G |
| Like shuttlecock which battledores attack | R |
| One speeds it forward one would drive it back | R |
| The trustful simpleton is twice unblest | P |
| A rare good riddance an unwelcome guest | P |
| The glad consignor rubs his hands to think | S |
| How duty is commuted into ink | S |
| The consignee his hands he cannot rub | T |
| He has the man upon them mutters 'Cub ' | - |
| And straightway plans to lose him at the Club | T |
| You know good Killer where this dunce abides | U |
| The secret jungle where he writes and hides | U |
| Though no exploring foot has e'er upstirred | P |
| His human elephant's exhaustless herd | P |
| Go bring his blood We'll drink it letting fall | V |
| A due libation to the gods of Gall | V |
| On second thought the gods may have it all | V |
Ambrose Bierce
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