The Tale Of A Pony Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Name of my heroine simply RoseA
Surname tolerable only in proseA
Habitat Paris that is whereB
She resided for change of airB
Aetat twenty complexion fairB
Rich good looking and debonnaireB
Smarter than Jersey lightning ThereB
That's her photograph done with careB
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In Paris whatever they do besidesC
EVERY LADY IN FULL DRESS RIDESC
Moire antiques you never meetD
Sweeping the filth of a dirty streetD
But every woman's claim to tonE
Depends uponF
The team she drives whether phaetonF
Landau or britzka Hence it's plainF
That Rose who was of her toilet vainF
Should have a team that ought to beG
Equal to any in all ParisH
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Bring forth the horse The commissaireB
Bowed and brought Miss Rose a pairB
Leading an equipage rich and rareB
Why doth that lovely lady stareB
Why The tail of the off gray mareB
Is bobbed by all that's good and fairB
Like the shaving brushes that soldiers wearB
Scarcely showing as much back hairB
As Tam O'Shanter's Meg and thereB
Lord knows she'd little enough to spareB
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That stare and frown the Frenchman knewF
But did as well bred Frenchmen doF
Raised his shoulders above his crownF
Joined his thumbs with the fingers downF
And said Ah Heaven then MademoiselleI
Delay one minute and all is wellI
He went returned by what good chanceJ
These things are managed so well in FranceJ
I cannot say but he made the saleK
And the bob tailed mare had a flowing tailK
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All that is false in this world belowL
Betrays itself in a love of showL
Indignant Nature hides her lashM
In the purple black of a dyed mustacheM
The shallowest fop will trip in FrenchN
The would be critic will misquote TrenchN
In short you're always sure to detectO
A sham in the things folks most affectO
Bean pods are noisiest when dryB
And you always wink with your weakest eyeB
And that's the reason the old gray mareB
Forever had her tail in the airB
With flourishes beyond compareB
Though every whiskP
Incurred the riskP
Of leaving that sensitive region bareB
She did some things that you couldn't but feelQ
She wouldn't have done had her tail been realQ
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Champs Elysees time past fiveR
There go the carriages look aliveR
Everything that man can driveR
Or his inventive skill contriveR
Yankee buggy or English chayN
Dog cart droschky and smart coupeS
A desobligeante quite bulkyG
French idea of a Yankee sulkyG
Band in the distance playing a marchN
Footman standing stiff as starchN
Savans lorettes deputies ArchN
Bishops and there together rangeT
Sous lieutenants and cent gardes strangeT
Way these soldier chaps make changeT
Mixed with black eyed Polish damesU
With unpronounceable awful namesU
Laces tremble and ribbons floutV
Coachmen wrangle and gendarmes shoutV
Bless us what is the row aboutV
Ah here comes Rosy's new turnoutV
Smart You bet your life 'twas thatW
Nifty short for magnificatW
Mulberry panels heraldic spreadW
Ebony wheels picked out with redW
And two gray mares that were thoroughbredW
No wonder that every dandy's headW
Was turned by the turnout and 'twas saidW
That Caskowhisky friend of the CzarB
A very good whip as Russians areB
Was tied to Rosy's triumphal carB
Entranced the reader will understandW
By ribbons that graced her head and handW
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Alas the hour you think would crownF
Your highest wishes should let you downF
Or Fate should turn by your own mischanceU
Your victor's car to an ambulanceU
From cloudless heavens her lightnings glanceU
And these things happen even in FranceU
And so Miss Rose as she trotted byB
The cynosure of every eyeB
Saw to her horror the off mare shyB
Flourish her tail so exceedingly highB
That disregarding the closest tieB
And without giving a reason whyB
She flung that tail so free and friskyG
Off in the face of CaskowhiskyG
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Excuses blushes smiles in fineF
End of the pony's tail and mineF

Bret Harte



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