The Society Upon The Stanislaus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE FFGG HHII JJKK LLLL MNOO PPQQ AABC| I reside at Table Mountain and my name is Truthful James | A |
| I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games | A |
| And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row | B |
| That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow | C |
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| But first I would remark that it is not a proper plan | D |
| For any scientific gent to whale his fellow man | D |
| And if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim | E |
| To lay for that same member for to put a head on him | E |
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| Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see | F |
| Than the first six months' proceedings of that same Society | F |
| Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones | G |
| That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones | G |
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| Then Brown he read a paper and he reconstructed there | H |
| From those same bones an animal that was extremely rare | H |
| And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules | I |
| Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules | I |
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| Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile and said he was at fault | J |
| It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault | J |
| He was a most sarcastic man this quiet Mr Brown | K |
| And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town | K |
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| Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent | L |
| To say another is an ass at least to all intent | L |
| Nor should the individual who happens to be meant | L |
| Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent | L |
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| Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order when | M |
| A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen | N |
| And he smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor | O |
| And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more | O |
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| For in less time than I write it every member did engage | P |
| In a warfare with the remnants of a palaeozoic age | P |
| And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin | Q |
| Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in | Q |
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| And this is all I have to say of these improper games | A |
| For I live at Table Mountain and my name is Truthful James | A |
| And I've told in simple language what I know about the row | B |
| That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow | C |
Bret Harte
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