A Few Remarks On Goats, Asses And The Dead Hand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB AACCDEFFFGGHAAAIAAAA A AAJJAAKKAAAAAAAALMAA AANNOPQQQQQQAA AAAAQIQAAQAAQQQQQQ QQQQRRMM QQAAQ

I don't mind kings and dukes and thingsA
I don't mind wigs or macesA
I don't mind crowns or robes or gownsA
Or ruffles swords or lacesA
But what I do object to and some others more than IB
Are the mad old bad old practices these baubles signifyB
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Good friends brother Australians and fellow votersA
I think that you will agree with me that few of us are dotersA
Upon the customs practices fooleries and tommyrotics of the mouldy pastC
Nor are we apt to castC
A reverent eye behindward upon ancient precedentD
Nor do we consentE
To let the cold clammy and unusually muddling Dead HandF
Control the destinies of this our native landF
Nay rather do we standF
Tiptoe upon the summit of the Present peering outG
With faces eager and expectant eyes into the mystic Future Have you a doubtG
That in Progress Business like Procedure Common sense Habit and Up to DateH
Method we are all earnest believersA
Is it not soA
Well I don't knowA
So much about it 'Twere easy to prove good friends that we are in theI
lump followers of Make Believe triflers with Humbug and inance self deceiversA
'Twere easy to prove that our ass like attribute indeed surpassesA
That of innumerable and intensely asinine assesA
And here good friends I extend to all of you my blessin'A
And conclude amidst great applause the first lessonA
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Secondly my brothersA
Right thinking persons men in the street common sense individuals and people who call a spade a spade and othersA
There are full many of us who deeply deploreJ
The use or display of these gauds decorations baubles and trappings that belong to the unpractical superstitious and quite unfashionable days of yoreJ
We deride for instance the ntion that the caudal appendage of a deceased horseA
Perched upon the cranium of an erudite justice can add to his dignity or give to his remarks more forceA
In short we class as mere bunkum bosh flapdoodle and other sludgeK
The contention that the hind end of a horse can in any way assist the fore end of a judgeK
The wig the gown the staff the rod the maceA
We regard as obsolete and entirely out of placeA
If there is one thing more than another upon which we pride ourselves it is I supposeA
The fact that we scorn to wear grandpa's old fashioned clothesA
The poor old gentleman's pantaloons his shirts his cravat his fob chain his frill whiskers are all anathema to usA
Good friends why all this fussA
Why waste all this precious energy in denouncing the wig the gown the maceA
They may be in a sense out of placeA
Yet why should these things shock youL
Believe me they are perfectly innocuM
Ous and furthermore dear friendsA
They serve their endsA
Fo why deny these toysA
To that large mentally bogged and much musinderstood class of elderly girls and boysA
Whose state demands some sign or symbolN
To push an idea or a principle into their heads even as the thimbleN
Thrusts the needle into the clothO
Then why so wrathP
Heed ye good friends the parable of the beam and the moteQ
Nay I crave your pardon but I have known a not particularly intelligent goatQ
To view materially essential matters with a more discerning eye to possess so to speak more inate perspicacityQ
Than you that is to say us Nay grasp not at the seeming audacityQ
Of these few remarks for perfect perspicuityQ
Attends them and I like not ambiguityQ
As thinking machines the ass the goat good people are preferable at least so it appearsA
And here the ending of my second lesson is attended by your deafening and appreciative cheersA
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My worthy friends ye who scorn to wear my poor grandpa's clothesA
Get down from your pedestals O ye modern intellectual giants let each decline his scornful and uptilted noseA
Deride would ye grandpa's ancient maceA
Abolish it would ye and hunt it off the placeA
What's the matter with it It's not eating anythng is itQ
And it might prove handy if a masked burglar or a Trust or a mad dog paid theI
House a visitQ
Gird would ye at grandpa's wig at his gown trimmed with the overcoats of late lamented rabbitsA
But Oh my up to date brothers what have ye to say about grandpa's and great grandpa's and great great grandpa's ridiculous customs absurd precedents inance systems and obsolete habitsA
What about that musty dusty mouldy mildewed hoary Tory injurious time wasting insane inane self ridiculed unwieldy and utterly unprofitable system of Party Govrnment Great great great great grandpa's cherishedQ
System good friendsA
Does it serve our modern endsA
Or is it think you obsolete and absurdQ
I pause for a reply What Not a wordQ
Do I hear you raving to have it abolishedQ
Yearn ye to see this thing demolishedQ
Go to the ass ye dullards He doesn't eat mouldy sawdust when there's good hay aboutQ
And here kind friends I pass to 'fourthly ' flattered by your encouraging shoutQ
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Friends countrymen and fellow voters of this fair landQ
All ye smart up to date people who scorn dear grandpa's raiment are you feeling his dead handQ
Think ye that ancient fist should interfere so in the vital affairs of to dayQ
Or are ye so apathetic that you don't care a tuppenny curse either wayQ
'Tis cheap and easy to scoff at granpa's gauds and trappings and to the Devil send 'emR
But have ye ever seriously considered such things as elected Mnistries or theInitiative and ReferendumR
Not you You shirk good friend you shirkM
That means WorkM
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Friends I am done I know not what ye intend to do about it and I haven't much hope but for my partQ
I say unto ye in a spirit of true brotherly love and with my hand upon my heartQ
That I have enjoyed the acquaintance of asses who were never fooled by musty precedent Aye and intelligent goatsA
Who scorned the jam tin diet of their forebears when there was good grass about but they had no votesA
And what is a goat without a voteQ

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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