The Football Match Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDBDEDDA FGDDDBDHA EBIDBJDHKHL KMDHNDHHA

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O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legsB
The twisting twining turning tussling throwing thrustingC
throttling tugging thumping the tightening thewsB
The tearing of tangled trousers the jut of giant calves protuberantD
The wriggleness the wormlike snaky movement and life of itD
The insertion of strong men in the mud the wallowing the stamping with thick shoesB
The rowdyism and eacute lan the slugging and scraping the cowboy Homeric ferocityD
Ah well kicked red legs Hit her up you muddy little hero youE
The bleeding noses the shins the knuckles abradedD
That's the way to make men Go it you border ruffians I like yeD
IIA
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Only two sorts of men are any good I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no otherF
The Poet and the Plug Ugly They are picturesque O but ain't theyG
These college chaps these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and TorontoD
Are all right I must have a fighter a bully somewhat of a desperadoD
Of course I prefer them raw uneducated unspoiled by book rotD
I reckon these young fellows these howling Kickapoos of the puddle these boysB
Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal aristocratic extentD
Lord how they can kick though Another man slugged thereH
IIIA
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Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls I salute youE
Howl away you non playing encouragers of the kickersB
Rah Rah Rah Rah Rah Rah M'GillI
Rah Rah Rah Sis Boom Toronto Lusty throated give itD
O wild tumultuous multitudinous shindy Well this is the bossB
This is worth coming twenty miles to see Personally I haven't had so much funJ
since I was vaccinatedD
I wonder if the Doctor spectates it Here is something beyond his plesiosauriH
Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscleK
I wish John Sullivan were hereH
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O the kicking stamping punching the gore and the glory of battleK
Kick kick kick kick kick kick Will you kickM
You kickers scoop up the mud steam plough the fieldD
Fall all over yourselves squirm out Look at that pile driver of a full back thereH
Run leg it hang on to the ball say you big chump don't you kill that little chapN
When you are about itD
Well I'd like to know what a touch down is then DrawH
Where's your drawH
Yer lieA

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