Potato Blossom Songs And Jigs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCDEFGHIJKL MNO PQERSTT TUNVWXINYRTI TTZ R A2TB2TGT TC2D2TE2RF2ITTTNTTG2 TH2 T| RUM tiddy um | A |
| tiddy um | A |
| tiddy um tum tum | A |
| My knees are loose like my feet want to sling their selves | B |
| I feel like tickling you under the chin honey and a asking Why Does a Chicken Cross the Road | C |
| When the hens are a laying eggs and the roosters pluck pluck put akut and you honey put new potatoes and gravy on the table and there ain't too much rain or too little | D |
| Say why do I feel so gabby | E |
| Why do I want to holler all over the place | F |
| Do you remember I held empty hands to you | G |
| and I said all is yours | H |
| the handfuls of nothing | I |
| I ask you for white blossoms | J |
| I bring a concertina after sunset under the apple trees | K |
| I bring out 'The Spanish Cavalier' and 'In the Gloaming O My Darling ' | L |
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| The orchard here is near and home like | M |
| The oats in the valley run a mile | N |
| Between are the green and marching potato vines | O |
| The lightning bugs go criss cross carrying a zigzag of fire the potato bugs are asleep under their stiff and yellow striped wings here romance stutters to the western stars 'Excuse me ' | - |
| Old foundations of rotten wood | P |
| An old barn done for and out of the wormholes ten legged roaches shook up and scared by sunlight | Q |
| So a pickax digs a long tooth with a short memory | E |
| Fire can not eat this rubbish till it has lain in the sun | R |
| The story lags | S |
| The story has no connections | T |
| The story is nothing but a lot of banjo plinka planka plunks | T |
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| The roan horse is young and will learn the roan horse buckles into harness and feels the foam on the collar at the end of a haul the roan horse points four legs to the sky and rolls in the red clover the roan horse has a rusty jag of hair between the ears hanging to a white star between the eyes | T |
| In Burlington long ago | U |
| And later again in Ashtabula | N |
| I said to myself | V |
| I wonder how far Ophelia went with Hamlet | W |
| What else was there Shakespeare never told | X |
| There must have been something | I |
| If I go bugs I want to do it like Ophelia | N |
| There was class to the way she went out of her head | Y |
| Does a famous poet eat watermelon | R |
| Excuse me ask me something easy | T |
| I have seen farmhands with their faces in fried catfish on a Monday morning | I |
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| And the Japanese two legged like us | T |
| The Japanese bring slices of watermelon into pictures | T |
| The black seeds make oval polka dots on the pink meat | Z |
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| Why do I always think of s and buck and wing dancing whenever I see watermelon | R |
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| Summer mornings on the docks I walk among bushel peach baskets piled ten feet high | A2 |
| Summer mornings I smell new wood and the river wind along with peaches | T |
| I listen to the steamboat whistle hong honging hong honging across the town | B2 |
| And once I saw a teameo straddling a street with a hayrack load of melons | T |
| s play banjos because they want to | G |
| The explanation is easy | T |
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| It is the same as why people pay fifty cents for tickets to a policemen's masquerade ball or a grocers and butchers' picnic with a fat man's foot race | T |
| It is the same as why boys buy a nickel's worth of peanuts and eat them and then buy another nickel's worth | C2 |
| Newsboys shooting craps in a back alley have a fugitive understanding of the scientific principle involved | D2 |
| The jockey in a yellow satin shirt and scarlet boots riding a sorrel pony at the county fair has a grasp of the theory | T |
| It is the same as why boys go running lickety split | E2 |
| away from a school room geography lesson | R |
| in April when the crawfishes come out | F2 |
| and the young frogs are calling | I |
| and the willows and the cat tails | T |
| know something about geography themselves | T |
| I ask you for white blossoms | T |
| I offer you memories and people | N |
| I offer you a fire zigzag over the green and marching vines | T |
| I bring a concertina after supper under the home like apple trees | T |
| I make up songs about things to look at | G2 |
| potato blossoms in summer night mist filling the garden with white spots | T |
| a cavalryman's yellow silk handkerchief stuck in a flannel pocket over the left side of the shirt over the ventricles of blood over the pumps of the heart | H2 |
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| Bring a concertina after sunset under the apple trees | T |
| Let romance stutter to the western stars 'Excuse me ' | - |
Carl Sandburg
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