The Old Dutch Oven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF| Some sigh for cooks of boyhood days but none of them for me | A |
| One roundup cook was best of all 't was with the X Bar T | A |
| And when we heard the grub pile call at morning noon and night | B |
| The old Dutch oven never failed to cook the things just right | B |
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| 'T was covered o'er with red hot coals and when we fetched her out | C |
| The biscuits there were of the sort no epicure would flout | C |
| I ain't so strong for boyhood grub 'cause summer spring or fall | D |
| The old Dutch oven baked the stuff that tasted best of all | D |
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| Perhaps 't was 'cause our appetites were always mighty sharp | E |
| The men who ride the cattle range ain't apt to kick or carp | E |
| But anyway I find myself a dreaming of that bread | F |
| The old Dutch oven baked for us beneath those coals so red | F |
Arthur Chapman
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