Flight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH BBBBIJIJ KLKLMNON NBNBNNNN NPNQRBRB PSPSTNTN AUAUVNVN WXYXGNGN PQPQNBNB| O memory that which I gave thee | A |
| To guard in thy garner yestreen | B |
| Little deeming thou e'er could'st behave thee | A |
| Thus basely hath gone from thee clean | B |
| Gone fled as ere autumn is ended | C |
| The yellow leaves flee from the oak | D |
| I have lost it for ever my splendid | C |
| Original joke | D |
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| What was it I know I was brushing | E |
| My hair when the notion occurred | F |
| I know that I felt myself blushing | E |
| As I thought How supremely absurd | F |
| How they'll hammer on floor and on table | G |
| As its drollery dawns on them how | H |
| They will quote it I wish I were able | G |
| To quote it just now | H |
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| I had thought to lead up conversation | B |
| To the subject it's easily done | B |
| Then let off as an airy creation | B |
| Of the moment that masterly pun | B |
| Let it off with a flash like a rocket's | I |
| In the midst of a dazzled conclave | J |
| Where I sat with my hands in my pockets | I |
| The only one grave | J |
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| I had fancied young Titterton's chuckles | K |
| And old Bottleby's hearty guffaws | L |
| As he drove at my ribs with his knuckles | K |
| His mode of expressing applause | L |
| While Jean Bottleby queenly Miss Janet | M |
| Drew her handkerchief hastily out | N |
| In fits at my slyness what can it | O |
| Have all been about | N |
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| I know 'twas the happiest quaintest | N |
| Combination of pathos and fun | B |
| But I've got no idea the faintest | N |
| Of what was the actual pun | B |
| I think it was somehow connected | N |
| With something I'd recently read | N |
| Or heard or perhaps recollected | N |
| On going to bed | N |
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| What HAD I been reading The Standard | N |
| Double Bigamy Speech of the Mayor | P |
| And later eh yes I meandered | N |
| Through some chapters of Vanity Fair | Q |
| How it fuses the grave with the festive | R |
| Yet e'en there there is nothing so fine | B |
| So playfully subtly suggestive | R |
| As that joke of mine | B |
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| Did it hinge upon parting asunder | P |
| No I don't part my hair with my brush | S |
| Was the point of it hair Now I wonder | P |
| Stop a bit I shall think of it hush | S |
| There's HARE a wild animal Stuff | T |
| It was something a deal more recondite | N |
| Of that I am certain enough | T |
| And of nothing beyond it | N |
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| Hair LOCKS There are probably many | A |
| Good things to be said about those | U |
| Give me time that's the best guess of any | A |
| Lock has several meanings one knows | U |
| Iron locks IRON GRAY LOCKS a deadlock | V |
| That would set up an everyday wit | N |
| Then of course there's the obvious wedlock | V |
| But that wasn't it | N |
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| No mine was a joke for the ages | W |
| Full of intricate meaning and pith | X |
| A feast for your scholars and sages | Y |
| How it would have rejoiced Sidney Smith | X |
| 'Tis such thoughts that ennoble a mortal | G |
| And singing him out from the herd | N |
| Fling wide immortality's portal | G |
| But what was the word | N |
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| Ah me 'tis a bootless endeavour | P |
| As the flight of a bird of the air | Q |
| Is the flight of a joke you will never | P |
| See the same one again you may swear | Q |
| 'Twas my firstborn and O how I prized it | N |
| My darling my treasure my own | B |
| This brain and none other devised it | N |
| And now it has flown | B |
Charles Stuart Calverley
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