The Groom's Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCCC CCCC DDCC EEFF GGHH IICC JJKK LMCC NNCC CCN OOKK DDCC KKPP CCCC HHQQ CCNN CCCC CCBB RRHH CCNN

Ten mile in twenty minutes 'E done it sir That's trueA
The big bay 'orse in the further stall the one wot's next to youA
I've seen some better 'orses I've seldom seen a wussB
But 'e 'olds the bloomin' record an' that's good enough for usB
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We knew as it wa's in 'im 'E's thoroughbred three partC
We bought 'im for to race 'im but we found 'e 'ad no 'eartC
For 'e was sad and thoughtful and amazin' dignifiedC
It seemed a kind o' liberty to drive 'im or to rideC
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For 'e never seemed a thinkin' of what 'e 'ad to doC
But 'is thoughts was set on 'igher things admirin' of the viewC
'E looked a puffeck pictur and a pictur 'e would stayC
'E wouldn't even switch 'is tail to drive the flies awayC
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And yet we knew 'twas in 'im we knew as 'e could flyD
But what we couldn't git at was 'ow to make 'im tryD
We'd almost turned the job up until at last one dayC
We got the last yard out of 'im in a most amazin' wayC
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It was all along o' master which master 'as the nameE
Of a reg'lar true blue sportman an' always acts the sameE
But we all 'as weaker moments which master 'e 'ad oneF
An' 'e went and bought a motor car when motor cars begunF
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I seed it in the stable yard it fairly turned me sickG
A greasy wheezy engine as can neither buck nor kickG
You've a screw to drive it forrard and a screw to make it stopH
For it was foaled in a smithy stove an' bred in a blacksmith shopH
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It didn't want no stable it didn't ask no groomI
It didn't need no nothin' but a bit o' standin' roomI
Just fill it up with paraffin an' it would go all dayC
Which the same should be agin the law if I could 'ave my wayC
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Well master took 'is motor car an' moted 'ere an' thereJ
A frightenin' the 'orses an' a poisonin' the airJ
'E wore a bloomin' yachtin' cap but Lor' wot DID 'e knowK
Excep' that if you turn a screw the thing would stop or goK
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An' then one day it wouldn't go 'E screwed and screwed againL
But somethin' jammed an' there 'e stuck in the mud of a country laneM
It 'urt 'is pride most cruel but what was 'e to doC
So at last 'e bade me fetch a 'orse to pull the motor throughC
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This was the 'orse we fetched 'im an' when we reached the carN
We braced 'im tight and proper to the middle of the barN
And buckled up 'is traces and lashed them to each sideC
While 'e 'eld 'is 'ead so 'aughtily an' looked most dignifiedC
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Not bad tempered mind you but kind of pained and vexedC
And 'e seemed to say 'Well bli' me wot WILL they ask me nextC
I've put up with some liberties but this caps all by farN
To be assistant engine to a crocky motor car '-
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Well master 'e was in the car a fiddlin' with the gearO
And the 'orse was meditatin' an' I was standin' nearO
When master 'e touched somethin' what it was we'll never knowK
But it sort o' spurred the boiler up and made the engine goK
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''Old 'ard old gal ' says master and 'Gently then ' says ID
But an engine won't 'eed coaxin' an' it ain't no use to tryD
So first 'e pulled a lever an' then 'e turned a screwC
But the thing kept crawlin' forrard spite of all that 'e could doC
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And first it went quite slowly and the 'orse went also slowK
But 'e 'ad to buck up faster when the wheels began to goK
For the car kept crowdin' on 'im and buttin' 'im alongP
And in less than 'alf a minute sir that 'orse was goin' strongP
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At first 'e walked quite dignified an' then 'e 'ad to trotC
And then 'e tried a canter when the pace became too 'otC
'E looked 'is very 'aughtiest as if 'e didn't 'e mindC
And all the time the motor car was pushin' 'im be'indC
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Now master lost 'is 'ead when 'e found 'e couldn't stopH
And 'e pulled a valve or somethin' an' somethin' else went popH
An' somethin' else went fizzywiz and in a flash or lessQ
That blessed car was goin' like a limited expressQ
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Master 'eld the steerin' gear an' kept the road all rightC
And away they whizzed and clattered my aunt it was a sightC
'E seemed the finest draught 'orse as ever lived by farN
For all the country Juggins thought 'twas 'im wot pulled the carN
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'E was stretchin' like a grey'ound 'e was goin' all 'e knewC
But it bumped an' shoved be'ind 'im for all that 'e could doC
It butted 'im an' boosted 'im an' spanked 'im on a'eadC
Till 'e broke the ten mile record same as I already saidC
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Ten mile in twenty minutes 'E done it sir That's trueC
The only time we ever found what that 'ere 'orse could doC
Some say it wasn't 'ardly fair and the papers made a fussB
But 'e broke the ten mile record and that's good enough for usB
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You see that 'orse's tail sir You don't No more do weR
Which really ain't surprisin' for 'e 'as no tail to seeR
That engine wore it off 'im before master made it stopH
And all the road was littered like a bloomin' barber's shopH
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And master Well it cured 'im 'E altered from that dayC
And come back to 'is 'orses in the good old fashioned wayC
And if you wants to git the sack the quickest way by farN
Is to 'int as 'ow you think 'e ought to keep a motor carN

Arthur Conan Doyle



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