Saarchinkold! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEFAEGGBB HHFIFAAJKJ LLMA NOJP QARSRSSSSTTJUJ VVWWXYJJ LLSSSSJZ CA2JA2SSTT SSB2B2SSC2C2 JJSS SD2ZC2C2 SZZJJ E2E2F2G2F2G2 G2G2H2H2I2I2 J2J2B2 SS ZZK2K2 L2L2JJJS SZZZJJ JZZZ JJZZR D JJJJJNose to window | A |
Still as a mouse | B |
Watching grampa | C |
Bank the house | B |
Out of the barrow he shovels the tan | D |
And he piles and packs it as hard as he can | D |
All about the house's feet | E |
Says Phunny kind | F |
Nose to the window | A |
Eager and sweet | E |
Now she comes to the entry door | G |
Grampa what are you do that for | G |
Are you puttin' stockin's on to the house | B |
Found her tongue has Still as a Mouse | B |
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Grandpa twinkles out of his eyes | H |
Straightens his aching back and tries | H |
To look as solemn as Phunny kind | F |
But the child says | I |
Grampa is it the wind | F |
That keeps you a shakin' an' shakin' so | A |
Then the old man shaking the more says No | A |
But I'm bankin' the house Miss Locks o gold | J |
To keep out the dreadful | K |
Sa archin' Cold | J |
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And away he chuckles barrow and all | L |
'Mazin' thing he says to be small | L |
Folks says the best things 't ever they do | M |
Afore they git old 'nough to know | A |
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Phunny kind puzzles her queer wee brain | N |
As slowly she toddles in again | O |
Is she a nawful ugly old | J |
Giant or what this | P |
'Sa archinkold ' | - |
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She stands by the clock in the corner now | Q |
I wonder she says does the old clock know | A |
But the great clock | R |
TICKS | S |
And the grim clock | R |
TOCKS | S |
Away at the top of his ghostly box | S |
The round Full Moon in his forehead smiles | S |
But with all his wisdom or all his wiles | S |
Though he knows very well | T |
He never will tell | T |
Should he tick and tock till a century old | J |
What they mean by | U |
The Sa archinkold | J |
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In the great square room by a cheerful flame | V |
In the fire place bending above her frame | V |
Is grandma snapping her chalky string | W |
Across and across a broad bright thing | W |
Gramma what you are a doin' here | X |
I'm a makin' a 'comfort ' my little dear | Y |
For grandpa and I are a gittin' old | J |
And we're afeared o' the Sa archin' Cold | J |
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When the daylight fades and the shadows fall | L |
Flickering down from the fire dogs tall | L |
Comes Uncle Phil from his school and his books | S |
Uncle Phil I know by your smile y looks | S |
You'll let me get on your knee jus' so | S |
An' you'll tell me somefing I want to know | S |
'Cos you see Uncle Phil I've got to be told | J |
Who she is they call her | Z |
'The Sa archinkold ' | - |
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Uncle Phil looks up | C |
Uncle Phil looks down | A2 |
And he wags his head | J |
And he tries to frown | A2 |
But at last he cries | S |
In a great surprise | S |
Why yes to be sure to be sure I'll tell | T |
For I know the old dame of old right well | T |
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Now Jack is a fine old fellow you see | S |
Spicy and full of his pranks is he | S |
Snipping off noses just for fun | B2 |
And sticking 'em on again when he is done | B2 |
A pinching at pretty soft ears and cheeks | S |
A wakin' folks up with his jolly freaks | S |
But a h for your life | C2 |
Look sharp for his wife | C2 |
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For she comes after and comes to stay | J |
Welcome or not for a month and a day | J |
She plots and she plans she sneaks and she crawls | S |
Till she finds a way through the thickest of walls | S |
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ZH ZH | S |
Did you ever meet a | D2 |
More dreadful creatur | Z |
She's Jack Frost's wife | C2 |
And the plague of his life | C2 |
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ZH ZH | S |
I'm all of a shiver | Z |
Heart lungs and liver | Z |
When I think of that old | J |
SAARCHINKOLD | J |
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Oh oo cries Phunny kind how does she look | E2 |
To be sure I'll picture her just like a book | E2 |
Her nose is an icicle sharp and strong | F2 |
To poke in at every hole and crack | G2 |
Her eyes gleam frostily all night long | F2 |
But who knows whether they're blue or black | G2 |
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She brings on her back | G2 |
An astonishing pack | G2 |
Like a blacksmith's bellows marvellous big | H2 |
And while she dances a horrible jig | H2 |
Out of this bellows a doleful tune | I2 |
She skre eels away in the dark o' the Moon | I2 |
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But if ever she works with a wicked will | J2 |
'Tis when she is quiet and sly and still | J2 |
She pretends that old Jack leaves his work but half done | B2 |
She 'wishes for once he'd be quit of his fun ' | - |
So she follows him up with her sour ugly phiz | S |
And wherever she goes you may know she means 'biz | S |
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Look sharp when she peeps through the crack o' the door | Z |
Look sharp when she hides away under the floor | Z |
She'll crack the bare ground with a terrible bang | K2 |
And out from the clap boards the nails will go spang | K2 |
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She'll spoil the potatoes if once she gets in | L2 |
And she'll shake all the people whose bed clothes are thin | L2 |
She'll stop the old clock in the dead o' the night | J |
And make him hold up both his hands in a fright | J |
And what she won't do | J |
Is more than I know | S |
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ZH Zh | S |
I'm all of a shiver | Z |
Heart lungs and liver | Z |
Jist always whiniver | Z |
I think of that o o ld | J |
SA ARCHINKOLD | J |
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Then Phunny kind shivers a little too | J |
And heaves a deep sigh and says Are you froo | Z |
Then slides down quietly to the floor | Z |
Doubtfully watching the outer door | Z |
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She says Is my bed got a fing like you said | J |
A 'comfut' vat I can put over my head | J |
Oh Phil naughty boy says grandma yes dear | Z |
Your bed's got a 'comfut ' so never you fear | Z |
And you should be in it for see the old clock | R |
Points just to your bed time and says 'tick tock ' | - |
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Well grampa I'm goin' as quick as I can | D |
If you'll only give me a handful of 'tan ' | - |
What for Oh I'm jus' goin' to take it to bed | J |
'Cos I recollec' every word that you said | J |
And gramma and Phil for all of you told | J |
How 'comfuts ' and 'tan'll' keep out | J |
SA ARCHINKOLD | J |
Clara Doty Bates
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